Monday, August 16, 2010

Steel cogs of emotions

Emotions, like steel cogs
they appear invincible
spiked projections
to scare away
bad thoughts

Always turning
grinding, churning the
remains into a liquid pulp
within my brain, and
wearing me down

Steel cogs gnashing together
like a tight jaw at night
headache, sore teeth and gums
grinding away the molars of wisdom
to flat surfaces of
fractured desert plains
like my thoughts,
scattered on the wind,
no substance left to
hold them to the surface

Each spiked cog,
digging in, and engaging others
in a motion, which test the battle of wills

They appear invincible
these emotions of mine
but wearing down
with each turn,
time after time

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