All That Scares Me

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