Thoughts Ii Poem by Olly Rowland

Turn that machine to run cold. The heat is making my head light and airy. The sun is too hot now, its unforgiving rays are penetrating my skin and warming my blood to boiling point. Mistakes have been made now. No calm will come to me, no hunger will force me to eat. I'm too scared to eat. fear is what is controlling me now, like an ancient human, defending my potential and the raw untouched ground that i stand upon.