The Ultradian Trip

The Ultradian Trip
Form: Spanish Sestet

In non-stop circles my mind turns,
From highs to lows my brain, it burns,
I'm torn in half between the two,
A speeding car, out of control,
My aching head must take the toll,
There's nothing left for me to do.

I cannot see what lies ahead,
I cannot hear the words she said,
As darkness comes to take me back
To hidden pain of crying fears
My heart is lost in weeping tears
Yet still I fight to stay on track.

This pain inside I need to hide,
It's buried deep where none confide
And now I feel that all is lost,
I've lost my grasp, I’ve lost my grip
On this the ultradian trip,
And I alone must pay the cost.

©JezzieGFarmer2013