couldn't sleep again.
the rain in my brain was pounding
like thunderstorms over ancient oceans
body clenching and heaving
sheets wet with sadness and dissolution
impatience and impermanent
trying to find some safe spot to land on
to find home
somewhere with enough answers
so I won't keep looking.
a nest,
a haven
from the mavens and
their writing blocks
that I stack on and climb
hurriedly I scale the right-angled
formations until there is nothing
just the smooth white facade
of the reflection in itself
the mirror reversed
minus light
and hope.
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