With My Buddy
One More Night(mare)
I feel my heart is too big for my chest.
It stretches from armpit to armpit.
Maces of adrenalin pounding my guts,
Pushing my diaphragm into my thoat.
In through the nose, Out through the mouth
“You keep sighing. Are you ok?”
I feel my thoughts are to big for my heart.
The net of my mind torn and useless.
Drowned to incoherence by loud emotions
Not one of which I can put a name to.
In through the heart. Out through the head.
“You’re hogging the sheet. Do you mind?”