Wave

Hoping for miracles out of thin air
frozen by panic
combined with sweet numbness
only able to fully feel
when the pressure gauge combusts;

Then,
like a tidal wave receding
calm ensues
distractions reign
until our grim realities
come calling again.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018

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Photo: Pixabay

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