The Edge

Spiraling.  

I’m spiraling and I can’t stop.  

I can’t stop searching for what I need.  

It’s never enough.  

Fuck.  

It’s never enough.  
 

I roll down my car window 

and let the fresh air whip around the metal walls. 

It’s overwhelming, 

but damn, 

does the fresh air feel nice.  

It’s distracting, 

if only for a minute or two, 

from my goal of this drive: 
 

to find the stopper to my madness-- 

my downward dive-- 

so out of control. 

I can feel myself spiraling.