Hornets

We may be present in the moment,

But our thoughts buzz with hornets.

Sharp, stabbing behind the eyes,

Talking, listening: now overanalyze! 

Sting them once! twice! thrice!

Hornets with their graphic memory

Inject venom in moments when we're happy

Give us a new view of reality

A set of triggers for sadness and panic

A new persona that feels manic.

Everyone has hornets in their heads,

Some have infestations they've said.

Hornets strike in unique ways

Crawling through your ears, to the brain

 Blinding the eyes with immediate pain,

Into the mouth, silencing the tongue....

We feel the hornets and cannot run. 

Sometimes we live out the day stung.