Feeling happy, lifted by sappy overtones of hums and drones,
jazzy notes playing inside me.
Getting back on track, planted at a desk with less sound
than a padded cell, I fell.
Honestly, I felt hollowed and heavy now I was no longer
steady, my smile wasn’t ready.
Hunched over, a flower desperate for water I sought out
comfort, a longing thought.
The phone chimed, despite the sight of life I hung up three
times, at least I tried.
Vibrations, shaking a shallow state I pick up without haste
I state, I’m ok.
Is that all? A thousand words to say clawing in your larynx,
what do you say.
Ok.
Nervous needles, prick your spine as your lie lies not with
them but in your mind, but your fine.
Ask me, chewing on my tongue never bringing up an issue,
preoccupied with what may go wrong.
Lungs singing, a woeful chorus but you brain seals the
chapel doors, from honest choir to
Deceitful orator, you hope that later on someone catches on
to your woeful song.
But it was never sung.
Help, never a one-way transaction, the fact is you need hold
a hand out before someone can catch you.
Complementing contradiction, the sadness that scares the
soul, stopping speech that saves me.
But then blames me, making my lack of motivation to
pronounce my worry, troubling.
I’m ok
Where’s the reason? searching far and wide with great pride,
with nothing to find.
So what’s to hide? A sadness inside that boils to the
surface unprovoked, how imperfect.
Is it a lie? Perhaps I beat my spirits because I’m used to
gloomy weather, however.
What’s to lose? The safety of okay may save the day hooray!
But I’m still sad.
Stop, Thoughts of nagging future bothers then hover over
your contacts, double tap.
Say hello.
Ask how was your day.
When they reply.
Deep breath.
Im not ok.
