Dies Saturni xxii Augustus MMIX

it's coming.
it's coming like a storm
beating against the barricade
that keeps this city safe.

it's busting in the door
that leads to the room
where my secrets are stored
neatly stacked in their respective cupboards.

this heartbeat inside of me pounds
and leaves the room for restless dreams.

all of me belongs here.
planted.
in
this
place.

but somehow it's become high time
that i pack up all of me
and leave
this
place.

because it's coming.
and it'll never turn away.