THORZEEN

this tool is my life
without it i cannot survive
it explains all of me
so also everyone can see
my thoughts and the feeling
but there's fear of revealing
something terrible inside
something need i now hide
red violet blue and pink
sometimes i can't wuite think

swirling sounds and screams
then pulled between two teams
blurry and in 360's
pins and pain of bees
zig-zag of sweat that's louder
from the inner to the outer
vicious snarls and growls
looseness of bowls
it was then it came...
the needle makes me sane

© 1995 S. S. Hudson, eXpressions Journal