Pressure inside the head

squeezing thought itself,

pounding through the chest,

disregarding feelings…

especially those near enough

to feel the tremors…

Eyes bulging

veins swelling

through thick skin

waiting to literally explode!

To destroy anything!

ANYTHING!

The smallest thing

becomes the trigger

and in an instant…

a micro-second…

all that seemed good,

all that broad casted love

becomes thermonuclear

and destroys time itself!

Love,

of course,

is ground into a fine powder

and sifted

into burning coals

blowing the foul stench

of many wasted years

into a complex and twisted

maze of broken words.

It’s definition

is as empty as it’s reasoning

laying waste to self importance.

And the weatherman said

it would be a nice day…

WILLI