The Purge

It's like a hangover from an overdose of emotion.

I ache and hurt

I am not sure

 where

 or

 why

sweat beads up

on goosebumping flesh



It could be

trembling

in my legs,

maybe my head

is physically spinning

or

much more  possibly

my soul has had enough



Sickened and disgusted

with each memory

purging

every new idea

expelled in gut retching heaves

every last thought

repulsively ejected

all at once

only seconds to gasp for air

no end in sight.



Finally,

a cool welcomed breeze

reminds me,

as with time,

pain will also pass.



Whatever it is

 or

 was

spreads in a gelatinous mess

forgotten

            



        ............Until someone steps in it.

Author's Note

I have been blocked up lately. This is my first writing in while and most likely will come back to it. I was interested in your thoughts.

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

Sounds like you had a break through....such as it was *wiping feet after stepping in it*...

Seriously this is great, the format was a statement of frustration which told me how much you really needed to get this out of your system...now i'm sure things will begin to flow for you.


Great Job!

[Sean M. Addams]

i like this alot very describtive... like the format alot too....ending was interesting and kind of funny in a messed way... overall a amazing write you have here ... nice to have you back:)

[QuietPoet]

This was amazing. I enjoyed it. Nicely done.