366 Poems: September 27th, 2016

Locusts

The locusts are now being kept at bay

out of my ears, out of my soul,

buzzing, buzzing, away, away…

And in the silence I can think

of less than pretty things.

Like, if the boy who loves me left me

tonight

would I survive until the morning?

Have things really gotten that bad?

No,

there’s no one here to worry,

no one here to judge.

Maybe it’s time

to write

something

real.

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