think to share what’s on my mind
when it’s down, far down.
My head weighs heavy
on my shoulders like the crown
of a displaced king,
so I think of how
I could write it down, get it
out before it grows
into a deep pit
of steady quicksand, slowly
overwhelming me
until I can’t breathe.
I hate how I don’t think to
share the good things more.
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