I am afraid of poetry

I am afraid of poetry,
I no longer crave its existence,

I am scared of its existance

afraid of its silence

poetry breaks me-

I am collapsing--

a pit, a pile of bones, 

empty,

afraid of spilling metaphors that remain nothing more than the words I give it, 

there is a storm in my mind--

I am falling. 

Poetry, 

the reason he tosses off his seatbelt, does not fear the crash

why she dives into an ocean so big she becomes it, 

Poetry leaves me crumbling, tossed into the fire, dissolving into the empty air above, 

But I suppose I am just too broken to make sense, meaning out of anything, make poetry

Poetry is the sky above me, heavy, surrounding me,   

chaining me down under heavy train tracks 

And 

I can,

I can, 

I can, 

I can --

but the floor of the sky fell out.