Triggered

A POEM...

Author’s Note - I wrote this years ago, but it seems more relevant to what’s happening right now. I’m not good with poems in general… and yet I still try to write them. This was first called Blocked, but I think Triggered is a better title.

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Sensitive ears twitching,
triggering lectures foam rage,
makes skin itch.

Cowardice is comfort,
blankets tightly
covers and hides within,
attempting to conceal
the fearful truth.

Lies soothe,
numbs the brain,
in a drunken state 
of deep consciousness.

Knowledge doesn’t reach
hardened souls get cold,
ignoring all the senses
dumbing them down.

Intoxicated outbursts,
no humility,
no shame,
no fear,
no understanding
of the reality.

Delusional thoughts,
clouded judgements,
echoing prideful arrogance,
such gleeful ignorance.

Offended by sayings,
bad words and letters,
the language of the wise 
pushes back with sneer,
sheer violent tendencies.

Cutting the air,
glares and stares,
holding the blade,
ready to shred
those who oppose
hysterical ramblings,
of chaotic fever
justifies childish reactions.

Keeping blocked
from outside sources,
always afraid
the bubble will pop,
crushing perspectives,
the tiny world 
where they reside in.

As soon as the rush
of realization comes forth,
bursting the cracked dam,
flowing through them,
smashing their bodies
towards the edge,
they fall to the bottom,
far too late 
to save themselves.
 
The shrieking sounds, 
ringing loudly,
pierces the soul,
eternal suffering,
screaming abyss.

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