Seething anger twisting, twisted, twister
of half believed half truths heard somewhere.
Dreamt maybe? Maybe seen on a homepage,
so it must be true, right? You wouldn’t lie.
Searching, grasping, grasped, gasping,
the surface still too far above.
A scream, primal, rising, surfacing,
caught writhing, strangled at birth.
Carry on, the razors edge sharp and unforgiving,
balance, neither side enticing, centred.
Sharp focus dulled decisions,
others whispering which way to jump.