The Weight of Words | Poems that Suck

I take this dilapidated notebook
 everywhere, even the bathtub. 
  I like to let the hot water open
   my pores, my mind, my heart.
    Between the furious scribbling
     I set it on my chest, waiting
      for the next verse. 

The weight of my words presses
 me deep into the basin, the 
  gravity of 10,000 nights, and 
    I'm thankful the water is shallow,
      so I don't succumb to the burden. 

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