UNALIGNED

Written Four Minutes Ago

My near sky tells me its time for my 
     cuckoo to rest

Its taken hours, days, years to feel this
     rustling in my chest

it squeezes ever so softly
it creeps past my trachea

who is this mighty visitor?

I know its not stress
We don’t feel stress here

And the tears run stream
     free from heartbreak

How many years more for release
that may be released, until
it no longer pours out much

It’s past 4:44 AM and here
     I lie awake
     with this baby panic attacks ache
     where a sip of water is the 
thousandth drop upon a bound head

But I am not dead

So I know
     it’s worse than I fear
Because its more than I know

But I still know I don’t know
So tell me…
before the sunrise

Why is my spirit upset?