Bombed Out
~~~
Thoughts fall like bombs
Rippling the plane of my existence
Gravitational waves that push
And pull at my resistance
~~~
Concentric and widening
Past any horizon seen
Blind to what future holds
Unprophetic little dreams
~~~
The random acts
The unanswered truths
The matters of fact
The loss of our youth
~~~
They prey on me
Beaks biting my brain
Exquisite the beauty
Exquisite the pain
~~~
Can’t catch my breath
I catch nothing at all
The silence simply waits
For another bomb to fall
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Exactly! Exactly that!
Thanks sis! It is a weird headspace to be in sometimes. Love you forever!
I think I’ve thought about the same and in the same way many times, excellent work my friend!
Thank you kindly brother!
My pleasure my brother!
your words evoke this feeling of not knowing just when it will hit, and constantly being on edge – well done
Thank you, Beth!
sounds a bit like information overload…
That could well be the source. Thanks Jim!
At least your bombs often end with spectacular explosions on the page.
Well mow, that is how you put a positive spin on something. Thanks Geoff!
The struggle is constant and seemingly neverending.
So it seems at times. But eventually the mind clears and rational thought returns. Thanks Pete!
How incredibly thoughtful, and certainly relatable!
Thank you, Isha! I think we all feel this at some time.
I agree!
I felt this one! ❤
I am sure you have experienced this from time to time. Thanks for all the love!