It Makes Me Feel Well (Terror In Rain)

with all the options you left for me.

Just keep, me, numb.

Pills, cuts, crush,

I am blind with all my atrophy.

Please stop, this, train.

Don’t lift this fog

that nicely seals, protects my subtle mind

Why leave, me, with more?



Keep this blank

I can run with all the cozy space.

Just don’t, let go.

A secret if,

I put up on a shelf,

cause some terror in rain.

This is my home.

Do you wish to know?

Where it is just to peek and see.

You want me, to laugh out loud,

try to contemplate, my poetry.

Find the flavor of my mood,

I just think this living hell, 

makes me well.