it's just in my head
he says
how can a noise,
a fear
that reverberates and echoes and plays
with my body
be just in my head
as is said
my body is on edge,
whoever is listening,
as if some kind of predator
is about to strike
if its all in my head,
there's nothing waiting to strike?
...nothing crouched?
nothing poised to pounce
what does that say about me?
it's like everything nowadays
has the power to tiptoe up to me
(and does so),
leans over my shoulder,
pulls back my hair,
and whispers in my ear
you're not well
so i scan and judge and evaluate
in search of truth
until i unearth too much
(or create too much)
and everything doesn't seem well
it's in my head.
it's in my head.
it's in my head.
this is the kind of nmbing ache
that pushes against a walking man
until he decides pausing would be nice.
the push grows.
he simply must sit.
until he lies down in defeat.
i am slumped on the ground,
audience,
much too pressed again.
- i am well. i am well. i am well.
STAI LEGGENDO
ruby
Poesiapoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
