Shivering Shoulders

Hi...

Hello.
How are you?
I am doing fine.
Now,
Might I
Run away and hide?
Or else
I fear
That I will surely die.
I am
Not sure
Really at all why.
It’s just
Something’s
Wrong inside my mind.

Why’s this conversation
Make me wanna run?
And every invitation
Feels like a loaded gun.
I crave the interaction
But loathe it when it comes.
So sick of the suggestion:
“Hey, just let yourself have fun!”

Acquaintances
Can be hazardous
To your health.
Forgotten friends
Become cancerous
By the end.
And then it happens
Again and again.

Pardon...

Is it cold in here,
Or is that all just me?
My shivering shoulders
Make me want to flee.
I’m counting rhythms,
Remembering when to breathe.
Do you hear that pounding?
Sounds like someone
Who
Cannot
Keep
The beat.

Oh...

So sorry,
But it seems
I must be going.
This lump
In my throat
Seems like it is growing.
No,
Don’t worry.
I’m sure that I’ll be fine.
Just have to
Stay in bed
Till I’ve recovered
For next time.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes there is more wrong with us than others could ever imagine...they just don't understand when it is deep inside that is ailing us...and they expect normal behavior when we have none to give...smiles when we have none to give...
and i have been here....the excuse of needing to stay in bed...avoidance is our pill to sustain.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend. I hope you are doing well. Deep and hard thoughts shared in the poem. Some days, harder than others. Was good to see your name on the board Dennis.
Coyote