Tend to obsess,
it’s what I do.
Those who rhyme
will get that too.
It doesn’t matter
what or who,
is my project
when I’m due.

I’ll untether
myself from you,
but dizzy dreams
that follow suit
reveal shadows
of my pursuit
that churn to pain
I can’t undo.

My dreams help
in this obsess,
when I let go,
they don’t digress.
Like cement
against my chest,
a heavy heart
that clings to mess.

But if I stay
here in my head,
I’m no different
than undead.
One track mind
of getting fed,
another heartache
I take to bed.