My teeth are grittin as in troubled sleep
invisible tears roar a waterfall weep
the trenches dug from stress are deep
deep as boulders on a Grandcanyon steep
two palms of sweat clinch blood to seep
drips red spots to pile a morbid heap
snakes eyes peer an evil stir
shift to and fro through desparate air
hot flaring nostrils blow wind to dry
bent angry lips to chap and fry
green veins grow mountains upon the skin
a rational mind starts wearing thin
a wrong committed; a felony cast
obsession born from victim's past
what dire act can stress realease?
bring closure to increase the peace?
no justice strong can right a wrong.
can eye for eye at least bring calm?
for the turbulent mind and bloody palm?
or can only time heal victim's scar?
to end a saga the road is far.
if we can remember in times as these
in heavy head moments searching for ease,
when voices whisper plans of extreme
ask what's more important? not what it seem
you may be surprised if honestly said
if we are willing to take this to bed
then take a glance up on that 80 foot ledge
we may see our selves crying Standing on edge.
