i can’t go for i am scared

your laughter is loud like a lion.
your jokes like the bars of a jail.
your friendship is a fierce flaming fire,
your wave is a witch’s wild wail.

your games gutter me like grenades.
your coffee a wild cat’s cry.
your songs, the shriek of a siren.
your ease an earthquake,
eruption, air horn, blind eye.

as you bond, i hear bombs break and burn.
your cups of tea tear at the terrified.
careless chat is a conjurer’s cackle,
conversing louder than the silence inside.


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