This Is Just My Theory
Like A Cosmic Explosion
This is just my theory
Once upon a time,
My emotions were a burning ball of gas.
However, without any warning,
My life exploded into distinct pieces in a flash.
Each piece of mind was unique,
And at the same time...frightening.
Pain was universal,
Like that of storms containing thunder and lightening.
Following the after-shock, I was able to see changes,
Leaving my emotional evolution questionable.
After all, how could I be colder than the North Atlantic waters of April 4, 1912,
Yet be just as hot as the Prince's World of the Wicked?
Caught in the middle of a psychological controversy,
I am paralyzed with fear,
Forced to watch my ozone & life deplete,
Knowing, my theory they will never hear.
So, how will it end, you might ask?
I wish I could tell you something exciting like a BANG or a BLAST!
But I can't because I don't know or care,
Or maybe I'm simply just scared.
You Got Me Togue Twisted
When I wrote "This is just my theory," I was trying to find a way to articulate not necessarily a particular emotion I was having at the time but more so my frustration with being unable to verbalize how I feel to people that are close to me. It's weird how poetry comes so easily...I suppose it's because I feel as if no one will judge the fact that I am being overly emotional, dramatic, wordy and whatever other adjective you can throw in there. Even I must admit that the same words I find beautiful and alluring in a poem would be overwhelming and almost scary if spoken out loud. "Ironic don't you think?"