Soapbox Poet

Running in Water (a poem)

body heavy, falling at the weight of limbs

into a slumber that wakes the inner imagination.

body heavy, aching for a storyline that saves

the damsel in distress- I’m descending further.

body heavy, ambitious plots creep their way

into catacombs instead of honeycombs.

body heavy, tipsy thoughts make for restless

movement and I twitch- I try

to run from what I hide from

but it always comes back

in my sleep.