TRAPPED

Dying starved

Insane horrible

Helpless

Superlatives

We use

Yet complain

When others

Freak out

Go over the top

Extreme is

Out there

Where we seldom

Find ourselves

If ever

Oh it’s just talk

Talk does things

Creates mood

Feelings

Kindles fears

What talk is

Made for

I withdraw

For a few moments

Into a quieter place

Where all the talk

Comes from

Coincidentally

It’s a now place

Free from

Extremity

What is here

Is what is

Important

Only me and now

The talk stops

Breathing is

The center

Of who

I am