Mad Rush

A Poem

Photo by Andryck Lopez on Unsplash

it began as heat through my senses,
liquid fire to my synapses,
until i couldn’t breathe
for the life of me —

and i would’ve been dead
if i hadn’t had someone
on my line,
holding me close

and i would’ve been missed
in the fraction of a moment
if i hadn’t been so undone,
unspooling bit by bit —

because i was undone,
lying on a floor,
caught up in my own madness —
so fixed on a point i couldn’t see

but i heard —
i heard, i heard, i heard —
and it was acute
like reeling in motion

and i wanted nothing more
than to be wanted
in a moment —
dread desire holding up

but no one wanted me,
no one knew me,
no one saw me,
no one heard me

and i died inside,
thinking of nothing else
but a happy ending
that was fading