I want something.
I don’t know what
it is.
I’m not hungry.
I don’t need a
drink.
I’ve had my
caffeine,
but I’m right on a
brink.
I need it badly,
this unidentified
thing.
I need it right now!
This is freaking me
out!
I’m coming
unglued.
This need is about?!
I don’t
understand.
I called my husband.
He knows what to do.
I freaked him out
too.
He dropped
everything
and now is en route.
There is nothing
wrong,
and nothing I
actually need.
Nothing has
happened,
not out of the
ordinary.
I’m completely
confused,
the start of scary.
I want something.
I don’t know what
it is.
Don’t stop for
candy.
Don’t buy me a
drink.
I don’t know what
I want.
I’m right on the
brink.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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