Unending Thoughts

(by Ki)

Here's the truth

The poem does not turn off.

It whispers in my sleep.

Haunting my dreams.

It goes unnoticed in pain.

Trapped within my mind.

Talking, overlapping ripping at the seams.

Keep it under the fire, or it will do you harm.

Note:

This one I had to wake up to write. As soon as I hit the pillow my ideas started rolling and festering in my head. I think if you don't breathe with the belly fire it will eat you alive.