and one electric synapses,
Currently rushing through your brain.
You never realize it,
Until every single one of them relates to fear.
becomes a trillion synapses,
Firing off into a thousand directions.
Some to distract you from your fears.
Others to draw you closer.
Charging along a path you don't wish to follow.
In the blink of an eye;
All the thoughts come to one conclusion.
thoughts are muddled,
They were organized a second ago.
All racing along one path,
Confusion has overthrown your thoughts.
The synapses are still firing,
But only one thought lingers.
With live wires hanging loose.
And a sense of loss dampens the air.
Fear has won and your brain has come to a halt.
the end of the thought process.
Hope has left you,
Fear has settled in,
And yes, those are tears running down your cheek.