Oh, New Books.

My poison the thing I can’t give up,

whispering taunts to come back into the fray.

How to run away,

to fight, and resist its sway?

No! No! Don’t go!

The rain is falling, it isn’t good for you.

Step away your head doesn’t need to go flying.

Fluttering pages sit sighing, it’s time for a switch.

Thrilling my mind and making my fingers itch.

Toying, cloying.

Closing the air out.

My fear turns my mind off,

a wheel ever turning, turning, turning.

Go further, don’t fall!

Another word, another tune.

Something new because it’s all over too soon.

Clean living makes it longer.

Good morals make it stronger.

*written in Feb. 2020

#poetry