Anaesthetic

 

Anger plays anaesthetic

Numbing my senses

Making me insensible 

It throws me out of balance

and catapults my senses

to the outermost circle 

of perception

It tethers me to an uncertain pole

Things seem to move slow, 

but in an eye's blink 

I spin out of control

It morphs my senses

and shows it to me 

as a stranger to my own self

I do not realise that I must reflect

I pause but I am blank 

I cannot reason my existence 

I forget and cease to feel

I am quiet and exhibit reticence

beyond levels of acceptance 

And I give in and sizzle with chaos

when anger plays me

If realisation has come now

I wonder...

how long will I take

to anaesthetize anger

~ 28 Jun, 2022