flash flood

The rush of information from a single swipe

Is a current that threatens to sweep me away

Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.

But once I am in it, the rush becomes numbing

And before I know it I am taken down the banks of the desert

Swept up along with everything else insignificant.

The rush of dopamine from a single swipe

Allows the addiction to set its roots deep

So when I try to claw at the desert’s banks to prevent being swept away

My fingers cannot gain purchase

Nails chipped and filled with the wet sand of desperation

The flash flood takes me farther down to routes unknown.