Alert
I want to write a poem So I stare down at the page Neck taut, slight ache And I wait For it to spill into the pen Blood from the soul of something Blue, even when it meets the air I try again This time turning to feeling Anguish in my heart The closed fortress Incan ruins I lay in meditation Turning inwards and screaming outwards Whose words are these What light am I seeing What feeling am I being On the top of my head And the sides of my feelings My mind stares Like I've done something wrong Change of the guard On high alert