Days of thunder,
how do we survive I frequently wonder,
caught inside slumber;
the unconscious is your true responses;
natural tendencies are hardest to remedy,
denying the lie immersed in truth,
shadows of death that constant threat,
lingering, lurking, peaking around
corners;
frightened by the lighting but
loving the thunder,
days without slumber
feeling petrified like old lumber;
deceiving the good
eating away at his soul like termites
eat wood;
only glimpses of a former me;
reminiscing on days when the
thunder didn't frighten me;