some days
i am a sparrow
dancing
from foot to foot
on the branches
trilling another
unnecessary ode
to her

some days
i am a storyteller
rambling
from metaphor to metaphor
in the lines
spewing another
insipid tale
of me

i scream
cut off bits
to smear
across the screen
snarling
spitting
rage
sorrow
suffering
ugly

it is really bad
this time
i am trying
to keep above it
but some days
i am in
a ball
desperate
for relief
crying out
silently
with my eyes

no can see me