Panic Stricken on a Deserted Island
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Returned from a place utter Hershey's filled bliss
After a week-long fling with Mr. Goodbar and his crew
Back now to a place of rapid uncertainty
Trapped in the inescapable muck and mire
Hemmed in a place of complete discomfort
Tied to a wooden rack during the Spanish Inquisition
Being stretched out like some inflexible Pizza dough
Bones snapping like useless twigs on a woody trail
Wondering when the pain will evaporate
And complete peace will take hold of a lead filled spirit
Don't understand being stuck in an endless nightmare
Of drowning in imaginary water and coughing it up afterwards
Confidence a thing of a very recent past life
Anxiety a physical manifestation of being terrified of what's next
Ants crawling all over my hand and legs ready to take hold
Damaging all motor functions as they cause havoc on the day-to-day
Brain filled with too many crossed wires and frayed nerves
A electrical mess that even an expert couldn't untangle
Wondering what the next step or fee that will be charged
Looking for when the big explosion will occur
The one that happens in every 80s action flick
With the hero jumping off a tall building or a bridge
Always landing right to certain safety
Of course, that's the case
If the stars like Stallone and Willis were on the marquee
It was guaranteed that the hero always won out
Sadly, Hollywood and reality never mixed
Happiness fleeting as long as they were at the top of the Box office
Once they became "Box Office Poison," that was a different story
Wondering if there were more to life than reliving past glories
No matter how short lived they were
Entering a fame rehab of sorts to iron out the kinks
Looking for Mr. Goodbar's gang to regain that loving feeling
Hard to find but that's better than nothing.