Random (V)

free

deep down when I open my eyes
I feel I have locked words outside
with a piece of poem you strangle your tongue around.
deep down when I put my hands to paper
my feelings feel naked, like it’s served on a saucer,
like a bolt of lightning missing in the clouds
but found in the sound of my mother’s loud
slippers—flung to correct my big head
sometimes I feel dead
I feel like a tied loose end of a tree
whose roots are shades to a poet’s sea.

deep down when I close my eyes
to sleep and slip into my icey
dreams made of naked limbs and stars
that are umlaut to moons that feel far.
deep down I have created a prison in these books
anytime I am told to write how my feelings look,
so if you’re here looking for me
I beg you, set me free

Ruddapoet