Realizations Poem by James Meaney

Bold Realizations.....
Cramping Intimidation.....
Gripping Fearsome.....
Noise Piercing.....
Every Human Body
Knows of this Emotion
This thing
It leaves you clean
But Expelling your thoughts to the world
Without you knowing
That in the end
Your housed soul is ruined
Safe and Secure no more
Just like tomorrow
The Future isn't a store
No pick and Choosing
The Winter will come with the snow
Outlining memories of long-ago
Can you keep your mind far
from the gaze of her
or will you be wrapped
in emotional contempt
that they will force you
to degrade and control you
from the inside to the ends
And all the way to a fingers touch
Hold on to your nerves
or be lost in her clutch