Polaroids Lost in Time

Freudian Slip

In the heat of an argument
My mind leaves
And what is left is the feeling that pushes me over the edge of a cliff
And during the final moments of the fall,
I don't recall the words;
they tumble along with me. 

I only see the ground-

I see the Below

I see my defeat.

I pay no attention to the things I say
Or said

My mind leaves me;
It knows better not to stay.
You catch my words-
Almost all-

But you don't catch me.