H 2 Fate Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Need to write, need to write, need to write
My brain is spitting things into oblivion
A magic carpet it’s riding on
No Disney songs, just a whistle in my ear
Of all the secretes I keep there
Irrational though is the battle I fought
But the wind wipes it away
Into cumulonimbus clouds they stay
Collecting and clinging, they bind to each other
Till they rain down on roof tops removing the buffer
The truth will come out one way or another
To living rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms and basements
Water is the substance found in all places
Drip, drip, drip
Stay dry, don’t lie
Need to write, need to write, need