Damning feeble attempts
Inner caves
Dwelling
Time to bury the entrance
In dirt

Trapped inside the
Checks and balances
Bouncing like a ball without air

Like the
Bad precipitations of
My inner sanctum

Flogging like a dead drum
Beating
Detoxing from the over
Stimulations

The roadblocks that
Imbedded
As the
Paper tigers stampeded
All over me

The vipers would soon sink
There teeth in
The closer I got to the light

A ledge would
Suddenly appear
Out of nowhere

Wouldn’t do me any favors
I’m a deep feeler always
In need of a reboot
A cleansing detoxification