Poetric

There isn't any good response to it.

Heat rose up
My head the ceiling of a sweat lodge
All reaction
All instinct

Shards of my mood lay in the rug
To be stepped on days later

“You have to learn to control yourself.”
“Nnnaaaagh! I know.”

Trying to think thoughts in a still-empty head

“It's just...”
“I know.”

Little white saviors bring healing
With big bumps in the road
I can't see coming
Until the bounce
Cracks my head on the roof

Not even the decency
The energy
To help clean up
I go horizontal
With designs
To wake up myself

#Poetry