Mind Field

Surviving every day is like walking through a mine field

Of minds.

Everyone’s a potential hazard.

Many go off; an explosion of thoughts

Deafening you with vocal shrapnel.

You don’t even have to step on them

Toes

To arm the trigger.

They have proximity alarms (can we call their ears that?),

Motion sensors (and this for their eyes?) that detect your awkward attempts at escape

Before you realise too late

That you’re …

Boom!

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

Some are silent killers. The worst kind. You didn’t even have a clue.

You tread on, carefully or not.

Then  

… … …

And you’re left picking up the pieces.

Only a few are duds.

God bless the duds.  

Surviving a day is like walking through a mind field.

An involuntary walk fated by the heavens

Or maybe it was destined by the hells.