But worry
and fret.
I am a vomit of senseless mental activity.
A complete chasm of insecurity.
I am a house full of clutter
With ghosts walking about
saying hello.
"hello"
I am a heart full of weight,
the weight of another.
The weight of a man I care for,
Pressing upon me
Chest pains.
Your name is spilled all over my lips
your face is thrown in my vision all day
images in my mind for viewing.
Your laugh is burned
into my smile.
I cannot be rid of you.
A chasm filling with greater questions and
greater insecurities.
It is
exhausting.
This longing in my heart
is bear before me
stretching taller
I am ashamed.
I am torn apart.
I am afraid
of my shadow.

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