a cluster of words

Slowly these thoughts accumulate
their burden on my mind is great
forcing me to resort to sleep
reforming all my love to hate
I wake and I am drenched in sweat
staring at my lonesome silhouette
is that my future glancing at me
drowned in salty waters, wet
these words orbit inside my head
what once flourished, now is dead
constellations of man-made regrets
of the twisted, tangled words I said

but what’s in my mind should not get out
or in every other mind they’ll sprout