after some very helpful feedback here is the revised version of yesterdays poem!
Boo to a goose, the words hang left unsaid,
for I’m afraid, afraid of life itself,
I am a helpless bird deprived of flight,
in shameful darkness tearing up the night,
interminable thoughts that swim around, around,
unholy dreams unbidden haunt my bed,
then tossed on sterile seas I run aground,
and flounder, flounder, wishing I were dead.
In salt washed sheets I’m doused until the dawn
breaks singing birdlike through soft window pane,
and all falls silent, silent as the owl
that hunts on velvet wings before the day.