Saved by the Bell

Consumed,totally drawn in  tunneled focussed attempted concentration.  

  Peripheral tornadoes blend to boil in  screaming frustration.  

  Incapable of stopping or slowing this ravenous consumption of faculties in a roller coaster of stunted senses.  

  Colors blend in brown to darknesses.  

  Lightning thunder flashes silvered cacaphonic  claps on startled eardrums.  

  Hair rises as unnatural silence makes itself known.

 Falling becomes a twisting attempt at flight as 

Sunday morning church bells greet the sun,

 and clinging sheets refuse to move. 

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".