If I don’t tell you about all that scares me it’s because I don’t want them to come alive
You’ll be surprise how many world exist in a single breath
You’ll be surprise the acres of soothing lies I tell my worried breast
Bricks and bones, they form
And with stick and stones, they come
I wish they crumble two breaths at a time
The click of doorknob heaving a huge burden, to my dumb ears it apprise
What I wouldn’t give for the door to swing again and after
What I wouldn’t give to be the wind it flickers
I’ll keep quiet in the hope that my fears will run like a thief wearing Nike sneakers
If I don’t show you my fears it’s because you’ll find out
At the plot twist denude of suspense that is everything but far-fetch
And perhaps at your leisure we’ll sit at the patio
Or any dimensional world that could be stressed
You’ll show me how to draw them with art
And we’ll paint their searing eyes with mud or tar
If I don’t write to you about my fears its cause am dead
Not lazy; not bored; not married and deliriously happy to write
But dead
Abu A’ish MK Albani