The Next Words

It pains me to admit there

must be fear in my heart for

the thud to feel normal as

a deep inhale or slight sigh.

As dreams chew my mind just like

a rabbit chews book pages

to ruin, fester and let rot.

It drips with things I forgot

and screams to the dark when wake

tugs me from a mellow thought.

But here like a short poem

badly wrote but quickly tote

it barges from room to room

yelling so you might hear it

even if you no need for

things so bleak and putrid, vile.

Here, I pulled them from my mind

to offer for eyes to read

and lips to critique swiftly

like ripping Band-Aids away.

Come to feast and watch the fear

for all I do is water

so it might bloom, grow, flower

and spread a normal blanket

over my heart as it beats .