Leave You Hanging

a place.
a space.
a thought i can't
replace with you.
a substitution for
a smile and it'll be
a while before i can
say freedom will overcome
this web i've trapped myself in.

word lashes hurt more than eyelashes
being plucked from open eyes, and it's
no surprise that i am watching the lightning.
waiting to get struck with an idea, a notion
to write through the thunderstorm even when
i'm sitting in the dark with a blank screen and a
blank face and i strike the blank page with a violent
stroke of ink, and i think this will be a wonder of the
mind even when i'm just rehashing what i've said before.
but this rehash is better than the crash outside my window
that made me jump to attention and run outside leaving the
words dangling off a proverbial cliff.

i think i expected to jump
off tonight, but i just hung until the sun came out.