EXTRA-terrestrial
say whats in the crowded space above your nose
open your mouth and say it
what about the backlash
what about the pain come hither
no
will not
shall not
shut off with a large piece of wood and nails
never to express
always extra in every event
I think too much
shut door, shut heart, shut imagination, shut potential
shut future on cement cracked heart
just waiting to be sealed back together
with simple words of I care
This poem is about:
Me