a7 on Nostr: A jumbling of words a gift until you're tumbling for words forwards that first mental ...

A jumbling of words
a gift
until you're tumbling for words
forwards
that first mental comment
a rift
wrinkles turn to cracks
like dried cement
begging for a smoothing
that sweet finyal comment
any way to, inhale
stop the panic attacks
dropping your last quarters
you are appearing pale

stumbling into
a corner store
elbows collapsed
onto the counter
mentally
you have lapsed
be like a bird
you tell yourself
sweet lies that occured

the world will provide
by fear at every encounter

eyes bugged out
sleep wont come
you arent welcome
a world that isnt here
but rather a built up fear

observe

forced into subservience
give up your dreams
no matter how much the inside screams
these are all just shadows
lacking substance