The tide

[Glandular fever ?? in relationships]

The endless tide rolls in
washing over me with its ceaseless power
It takes away my peace....
buffets my mind with endless waves
of empty force.

The tide does that to you too I know
In our own way we're both at the mercy
of the tides that our bodies create within.
We have no control over the dread chemical
flow.... our glands pump out stuff
and we close our thoughts to what it does.

What can we do? The tap doesn't turn off...
... so we carry on.... hoping that the words
produced by the mind will not be the disaster
that's possible when the glands
feed the brain with that fearsome mix
of mind altering kicks....

Perhaps I can slow time down....
... and grasp my tongue with hands of ice
.... cool my raging emotions
and make the words that come
fit for the situation.... and not the usual
ghastly mixture of inappropriate error.

And if I can do that .... then perhaps
.... perhaps the usual fever addled words
will not be uttered to inflame
the tender balance of you and I

© Ian Croft February 2019