Rolling Out Notes [Rev]

As the Snow-Queen admitted, the storm’s raging inside me,

the world forms the screen on which I project these feelings

clouding my spirit with inexpressible longing; it’s a harrowing

swim beneath deep emotions, tossed about without pause to

breathe - the surface such a long way off & I keep sinking -

Internal darkness becomes overwhelming, the storm is not

abating; as the hurricane’s origins are lost, wild winds can’t

stop throwing me about on land - I drown out the sound of

inane laughter, tumbling within the glow of spinning spirals

left by a bass guitar rolling out notes circling each other, my

Feelings inter-circle too, need to find new thoughts of deeds

and challenges to colour my monochrome, one-dimensional

life in mercurial dreams; life is stale after the grand finale of

dad’s death, his Stoicism as life ground to a halt, he was as

grand as a King and the accusations levelled against him all

Came to naught; proud, defiant he refused help until the end,

an adrenaline-event - taking leave of a glorious human being,

now an inner storm builds with waves of vague thought & un-

named feelings – thus I project my inner turmoil on work and

the quiet hours beyond…

[Wednesday 26 April 2017]