Music notes
drift easily through mind
but not so well on paper.
Words
Spill
Endlessly -
falter on my lips,
swallowed again
for another song,
another dance
"I can't do this anymore."
Turn the page,
hope he caught up in the reading
pray he understands
your thoughts
scattering onto the paper
Skip to the beat
the rhythm jiving now -
Gyrating
Flying
through polluted clouds
of Indecision
Confusion
Indescribable elated pain
Questions at the door
Answers hidden in the closet
to be sorted through
another day.
For now,
"I'm willing to try."