Article for 2013 Dec 18
Part of the “This Swirling Storm Inside” series.
2013
2013 Dec
Dec 18 Wed “Oxymoron”
This and Dec 20’s article were actually written in May 2014. But I moved them to the same month as 2013 Dec 03 because I felt the themes were similar.
My head is hot, my heart is still
inside my chest so that’s just brill.
I’m so aware but I don’t know.
I’m too damn slow to take it slow.
I cannot focus: too het up.
Can’t let it go. It won’t let up.
This frozen heart has scalding veins.
No reason reigns when rains take reins.
The rising downpour in my skull
is out to make a bright boy dull.
And I don’t mean to boast or brag,
but what right have I to be sad?
I’m bright and dull, entranced by boredom,
a wise old beast, a foxy moron!
My home is feeling very strange.
Once contented, now contained.
I’m healthy but I don’t feel well.
Is this a shelter or a shell?
Confusion’s shallow but runs deep.
I ought to work, I need to sleep.
I’m too fatigued to go to bed
so I’ll compose a verse instead.
I can’t do anything but write,
until I write and set things right.
I felt so dull, but my keen words
like needles pierce and mend my world.