hi little poet
sitting in your mist
of good and bad energy your feelings persist.
the sheet is your only expression
the one that lives forever
emotions need outlets
or MAD will be our end.
unsupported and alone
our thoughts concede to their home
like a glass prison
watching the world watch you watch them.
naked and afraid
in nature and society
naked and afraid
that when you open your mouth
that gun will trigger
gibberish will utter from your breath
and the Earth’s orbit shall stop.
little poet is trapped by anxiety
little poet is unfree
unfree from eyes, words, and thoughts
unfree from trees, cars, and roads
unfree from people, emotions, and thoughts
little poet deep breathe…
your words will one day set you free.
