Brain Problems Dawg
an original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
I hate that I have my
brain. You know?
And
I hate that all these
words get caught in my
throat.
And
I hate that I have to
choke them down
so
I can hold back all the
tears. My eyes wish to
betray me
and
spill like the ink of the
poems I’ll never write
on the pages I’ll never
send.
