A quiet phone call
The kind that you'd miss in the night
Flashing light on your sleeping face
The slow walk to the office
Where you can lock the door and mute.
The cracking of my lips
And the beating of my heart
Where my voice fades into static
Like a mirage of dusk.
I don't want to make you worry,
And I know I shouldn't place my thoughts
In your brain
Like transplanted organs
Attacking a host body
With woeful antigens.
I know because I have
And I did
And I do
And I let the grinding of my lungs
Flood my senses like the back river in a storm
Where blood and dust mix in mud
To form castles in my chest
I know I shouldn't ask for this
When I stay home at night
And shine my eyes like floodlights
My tears like a song
That dance in noonish Sunbeams
Colored like the lip balm
Where I stick my teeth like sap
My mouth finally shut
When I stay up and throw my rehearsal around, but
Its less about me
and more about how I ruin
Everything
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Comments1
This seems a poem of reflection and thought about one's impact on self and others. Well done
Soren, I know I never respond to comments. Social anxiety thing. I just feel compelled to say thank you for always reading as many posts by as many poets as possible. You do such a wonderful job confirming our attempts at writing and it never feels forced or obligatory. I just wanted to say thank you.
That is most kind of you and most appreciated. That simple thanks makes it all worth it. I too suffered from social anxiety for most of my youth until forced out of it by my profession and teaching classes. I found that by knowing my subject well and learning to laugh at myself fixed it all. There is nothing to fear if the one laughing is yourself.
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