Uncrossed keys

I might see the light that shines in through
the thoughts of lack
the grief; the mourn; the greyscaled emotions
that
drag
down.
I might see the light that shines forth from myself,
I might want to squeeze my eyes shut to keep
it from escaping; keep it from leaving me
But is it leaving?
Or is it sharing?
Or is it showing others how things are, how things
could be? I add a questionmark to most things today,
I forgot the keys I needed,

and all the papers are strewn around some floor
I’m not walking on right now.
Steps slow down as they pass me and I want
to look up and tell beings to be gone or go
away, but I have a feeling inside that tells me
they wouldn’t understand anyway.-