I don’t want to say it, for then it would become real
But I can’t stop thinking about it
It’s carved into my mind
And as my head begins to ache
I really want to say it but my mouth and mind are disconnected
I don’t feel the same as yesterday and maybe it went away
like the rain of yesterdays storm.
Waiting until something else happens for it to run through my body
and just spilling out my mouth like a person without filters.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes