Stream of Steam

I cannot deny

Such an incident

How people always

Are afraid of

This happening to them

Never knowing that

This type of thing

Could happen to them

Never thinking about

The possibility

Of such insanity

Until you start to question

Yourself and motives

Your stomach sinking

And you know you’re thinking

Too much for your own good

I never thought he would

Even when he talked to me

I should have been able to

Read between the lines

Picked up some clue

Minds snap

Like a breaking balloon

Too much thinking

Minds over expand

And reach a breaking point

Like a pot of water

Simmer to a boil

A steady stream

Of steam

Always burned by

What we never see

How can we see?

What we refused to see?

Why does it have to be?

Too late

Before it makes sense to me?