Words and images

Floating words seep endlessly out of my

mind like a sink with the tap left on

bouncing off the walls of my dark room

never hitting the pages of my despair

Emotions of hatred and rage engulf my

heart, consuming the man I once was

and the remnants of my soul are pleading for it to stop, but the fire burns uncontrollably

Little words bounce off the edges of my ears

”compassion and forgiveness“ are heard over and over but they never find their target and just become noise

Loveless passions turn to expressless

carnal acts of violence and the remnants of my soul go unrested as the passion and fire of a once full heart throbs orange as it’s fire slowly goes out

Imagery stumps me as these scenarios play from the words that seep out of my wired mind like a visit from the ghost of Christmas yet to come, “this is the future if you do not let your heart grow”