Breaking Form
Katy Comber
Something’s in the room
waiting to sneak from under
the bed; nestle close
Something’s in the mind
wanting to capture your thoughts:
those tiny fireflies
Something’s closing in
making, now, the light full dark
words turn, abandon
Something is Yourthing
fleeting is time, retreating
Sanity, wandered
Glimpse of awareness
There’s an anchor! Latch on tight!
Fight the Something now
Words return ashamed
Time steadies back in itself
Light flashes truth/sense
Something crumbles now
Back into a seed, waiting
To be replanted
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