To Find Peace

It creeps up on you...
Slowly sweeping,
tendrils of tension,
Starting in your throat.
It tightens,
the growing heat
and solidity
of a presence;
sucking
its life force
from the non-existent realm
Of fatal emotion.
Moist lips part,
In an effort to diffuse
the onslaught,
But the fire cannot be stopped,
Past the point of
No return,
Hot eyes stream,
Steam,
With boiling liquid,
Vision is clouded,
Blurred,
A world no longer
Straight,
No longer firm,
Or material,
Or just,
A world no longer right,
Something catches in your chest,
Your lungs,
Smothering your heart,
Clung to a rib,
Like a battering ram,
Relentless, ripping poise,
A shudder,
Like someone taking your shoulders,
And shaking you alive,
You've never lived before this moment,
And suddenly
it strikes
You
Down,
So that you
Can't move,
Can't breathe,
And all you can do
Is
release.

Crying, to find peace.