Stella & Charybdis
a poem
what is wrong with me
that i cannot stop
these errant thoughts
these stabbing pains
this beating heart
would that i had
emotions of stone,
cool and logical,
a beautiful equation
that would plot the path
from morning’s rise
to evening’s slumber,
a pattern born for answers
rather i feel chaos:
a cacophony
of conflicting colors
swirling ‘round my mind,
a pounding
of pressing precariousness
hammering my soul:
stella
and
charybdis