I Am Effortless Thought
I maintain myself slightly under the surface so I can pretend I am there... if I must
Sometimes I get consumed by it all
The pre-planned life, distraction, and suttle surface things so that when I fall flat on the the bottom of the pit
I thrive and my whole body shuts down
Reality hits me and consumes my every thought when this whole time I was hiding from it
Scared to be alone with my thoughts
Terrorized by my attraction to capturing what's real and morphing it into something grotesque
I am an effortless overflow of heart wretching thought
This poem is about:
Me