Disassociate

Sometimes

I feel myself

lose myself...

I drift away

A balloon in a storm.

I grab at its string

clutch desperately

as I'm swept

into my own mind...

Where thunder, bangs,

and gunshots mingle

with lightning, cuts,

and words I can't shake,

no matter how hard I try.

Where I can't run,

or scream loud enough...

An insect on a string

tied to a balloon

in a whirlwind

behind eyes

that gloss over.

My Saving Grace?

God can fly