Poetry

Word For Word

Every last bit from end to end

I think I have to write it all
Every last bit from end to end
Sow it together piece by piece
Like an old woman’s quilt

I have to get it all out
Word for word
All of it from day one
To the last shout

And then I can give it you
Bound in paper
Penned from the heart
Every last feeling I’ve held back
From end to start

Maybe then I can sleep
Maybe then I can be myself again
Whoever he is

-J