Mind on a Ride: The Disillusion of Distraction

Dawn approaches while crusted ashes consume my lashes
Incessant is the tear that shed the drear, dried in the night as the Sun consumes with light
Stuck, caught in this somber, a mind’s eye will wander
Trepid, the thought lingers as needles pinch at my fingers
Racing, chasing, raging – a heart caging
Air in despair, lungs grasping as I yank at my hair
Control begins slipping – falling, fleeting, gripping
Time has no care and no one is aware
Intensity heightens as my chest continues to tighten
Ominous in this moment, thoughts reign down in this torment
Numb is the conclusion gained by this disillusion