Crossing Continuums

Every damn time
I feel it
Wish I could stop it.
My heart flying…
Fleeing…
Breaking out…
Shattering the ribs.
On the brink
Leaving a sick
Sinking…
Hollow feeling…
In the gut.


Every damn word
I see it
Wish I could block it.
My mind racing…
Fearing…
Falling…
Invading the ventricles.
In a daze
Leaving a sense
Of  seclusion…
Confusion…
And envy…
In the core.


An ill craving…
Feed the fiend
All the same
In different strides.
The parody…
I'm the junkie
I do it to myself
All the time.