• Staring at
    the door
    way in my mind
    cluttered with
    the essense
    of
    the twelve objects
    never on
    just inside
    waiting
    "Hey, don't shove"
    they scream
    "We won't be
    living or
    leaving here"
    Can't push
    just twitch
    twinge
    twist
    repeat
    I open
    the door
    way in my mind
    nothing leaves
    nothing lives
    except for
    the essense
    of
    lightning flashes
    "Everyone Run"
    I scream
    nothing is
    home
    to me
    just a
    resting place
    for the door
    way in my mind
    cluttered with
    empty thoughts