cooped up in my own mind,
a small room lit up by a single desk lamp,
revived from the dead and shining
over where i sit motionless
as hundreds of ideas run wildly,
thousands of fears crowd around me,
and millions of thoughts occupying what space is left,
crashing into ideas and running away together
and flirting with fears
even while i'm the parent disapproving of their romance.
and as much
i'd like to break free,
outside of this mind
is dark and unknown.
so i stay
where it's safe
and light still
shines.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
