Amok

You

 blabbing, filthy 

mouth
Cursing

spewing trash
Stirring 

unwelcome emotions to show
Agitating 

the frailties of my conviction
 Too much

careless words that tax the weary mind

and test the limits of my patience

In my mind, the clock is ticking
In my head, darkness is consuming my being
My heart is raging, my nerves edgy and my senses foggy
Dark thoughts 

flying in circles as morbid pictures start to swirl

in nerve-wracking fashion

Clinging 

to the last straws of 

Sanity
trying to prevent the dams of self-control from bursting
But 

the current is too strong 

the murky waters rampaging
It is too late 

now, my friend
My mind has reached the end 

and 

the screws have finally snapped in my head.

Wa-pak!

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photo credit: Finding Rest

Aviva

She sat there in the cubicle, 

with eyes closed 

trying to 

drown out the cries 

of tortured souls that still rang in her ears 

and 

the pungent odor of billows of smoke 

that screened the crimson haze of gray vision that 

numbed her senses as she tried to forget the painful reminder 

of Dachau, 

now reduced to a neurotic museum of tears. 

In her mind, where footsteps are stationary 

and the labored sound of hoarse breathing echoed 

in the silent passageways, 

the faded pictures 

breezed through her memory. 

Their voices were now

 silent and the curtains drawn to hide 

the reflections 

in the mirror 

of her eyes that belied 

the mourning of her heart.

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photo credit: dachauscrapbook

Autumn

It’s the best time of the year, they say.
Far different from the tropics where I used to play
And it is just a matter of time before I will finally
Realize the beauty that will unfold before my eyes.

They say that it is the time of year that I will remember forever
Where the birds will fly carefree in the azure sky
And warm my heart with their haunting lullabies.

They say that summer is good but fall is better
The weather’s fine and the colors are amazing
And my life will be a-ok and I will be happy

Deep in my mind,
I almost believed them
Had it not been for one lingering question-

Why does my heart feel blue
In Autumn
When the leaves are turning bright red, orange and yellow?