There are so many people
Everything feels out of time
It messes with my thoughts
And messes up my rhyming…
Shit. That’s not quite right
I know I can do better
Words scramble in my brain
I can’t settle on a…
Shit. What that word?
For one alphabetical member
I’d communicate my meaning
If only I could… not forget?
Shit. They’ve all leaked
From my brain into my chest
There’s no space for air
I need a place to… sit?
Shit. That’s not it.
Is this some kind of test?
The walk home, alone
Gives my brain a rest.
In the cold air of December
I start to feel much better
Do you think they will remember,
When I misplaced a letter?
When I lost my rhyme?
Do you think they will forget it?
Or will they understand
That I just felt too… well,… shit?
I love this!!! You have put words to my feelings. I smiled throughout the entire read.
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Thank you so much! You are very kind. 🙂
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