A Yellow Haze (#poem)

A yellow haze seeps across my brain
Like the L.A. smog bringing tears to my eyes in an afternoon classroom
Thoughts are frozen but only on the outside
Inside there’s a riot, prisoners banging on walls to escape

Why didn’t I know life was about tension and release?
Why was life’s meaning so hidden from me?
Was it to protect or a form of neglect?
Too late now to consider what I believe

Answers are coming but as slow as honey
Each is stretching my abilities so humble
Like a rubber band, pliable in small doses
Stretch too far and it will snap and crumble

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