He can get alot down
But doubts his ability
The tenacity to fight with
his other thoughts &
write these down….
while the others –
all the others (STOP IT)
like the skeletons pushing against
the closet door pointed towards
the bloody sky,
filled with helium, piling up, piling up, piling up.
Which thoughts do you run to?
The ones that you have made of the ones that need to be made & then made again?