Poetry – Page 6 – neilhayeswrites

Rush : Poem

We need it, it gives us a high, sending us to another sphere.

Out of this sensible world where everyone is safe, stable, yet they still rush.

A different rush, one with no feeling, other than panic.

Panic on the streets, get somewhere, get some thing, get someone.

All now, tomorrow is too late.

Now!

Feeling bad-tempered,

so don’t wind me up.

I could get weird,

with too much stimulation.

Inside, outside, there’s no escape. Everywhere I look. I’m surrounded.

Who to trust? Suspicion consumes me. Where can I go, to feel safe?

I turn down an alley, hardly able to breath. Pushing myself into a doorway where no-one can see me.

But there is still someone watching. I still feel consumed by terror.

Who can it be? Where are they?

Then, a realisation. Me. I’m the observer, the follower, the spy.

Who to trust? Trust no-one.

Doubt all, even self.