Pendulum

Back and forth,
a swing that takes each
turn like a slow
breath.

The wind on the whisper’s
edge.  Silent exhales,
profound inhales.  Forgotten
sorrows contain no
identity.  Just the sole
misery of their passing,
hushed by poor and weakened
sighs.

Back and forth,
a mounted
clock  
ticks the same
second again.
And again.
Unknown, the time, but moments
still filled in, waiting
for something to change.
Every new second, my mind
races, my heart
dropping
further into my body’s
abyss.

Back and forth,
the ocean swells.  It awaits
for my involuntary
sacrifice.  As my blood
drips, the salt finds its
home in a new
ocean.

A different current brings me to that rushing
anxiety-driven phobia.

Back and forth,
my emotions unable to
balance on the mental
pendulum.

The clock continues
to tick.  My mind falling
deeper
as the rocking
turns
into a migraine.

Unable to stop.

The inevitable madness.