POEMS 4: TUNNELS

Tunneling

Haze.

Constant urges.

Distraction.

Wrinkles in skin,

And in sheets.

Unsaid.

Unthinkable.

Daring.

Would I? Dare.

One step closer.

Deeper.

Tunnels.

Branches.

Static, constantly.

Quiet is loud.

I just want to help

Going backwards

The future constantly changes.

It swirls around in a mist of uncertainty

Rescinding – my thoughts,

Words.

Burrowing into the soul of my mind.

#poetrysoup

-xoxo- n.qiu