Written in Grey

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."
                                              - "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
                                                                                                by T. S. Eliot

Oceans above, pushing down, crushing, I
ruminate and masticate far more than I should.
Folds of thoughts and counterpoints have
warred inside my mind far past the point it should have been.
Shedding blood, eviscerating, a
slick blade, a pair
of glinting steel teeth, gnashing at the throat of
my peace, now run ragged.
The beast inside -- emotion -- claws,
raking talons and screeching, sending me scuttling
away, across
wasted landscapes, the
bits of my life lived lying on floors.
Would it not have been better of
me to remain silent,
to drown in fire, careening quietly through seas?