Yes- I feel like tearing my

Distracted brain

To pieces

And peaces

Will scatter

Like prisms of light

When it shines straight through
      
              *My Incapacity
                              to move

i welcomed you in
    just to show you
the back door
              - please escape
            before i ask you
                    to
                        leave

My dear,
We spent a whole day travelling
And didn't reach our destination.
Saw many faces, trod many places
I followed your phases -
The moon.

I chased all the carrots
Shied from all the sticks
Everything that prodded me forward
Pulled me back to reality
That you are you
And I am me
And the word
‘IMPORTANT’
     **Will
                  Vary
          In
                    Interpretation.

like so many frogs
we croak our choruses
     of regret...

   in           and           out
          and        in       and        out
and          in       and          out   
           of                breath

still
our paper bags
these pent up lungs
are filled again with memories
that never quite escape
two cages
(x - ray prisons)
holding captive still
                    these hearts -

like so many yawns
what sweet relief
to now expel
such weary air:

            *This, My Conscience:

I feel like a little bird
Fallen from the nest
Dishevelled, feathers dusty
Feebly crying :
    will you care for me?

I feel like a little commotion
Begging from you sympathy
And your slightest attention
Pitiably trying :
    will you quiet me?

I don’t even want you
to lift me off the floor
Just simply
    *hold me close, please

Just say –
                 “I am here.”