Injustice Severe

Out of sync,

raw nerves triggered

by a blast of unknown scent

inhuman, unfriendly, unbearable,

wafting through the trees,

tainting the sweet forest

then gone, gone . . . 

except for what is left

in me,

pulsing through my head

unnaturally,

pounding for over a day,

stealing my time, my life,

belittling intentions,

erasing plans,

mocking the calendar,

setting obscure nerves into

frightening seizures of motion,

and tilting my world

beyond my reach. 

This, the destruction wreaked 

by harsh and unforgiving

molecules

thus rearranged and approved by man

then borne away with the wind

to no account.  
 
~ Written by me, 2011

Cheers!

~ Carolyn