Warning Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

If I were able to relate,
To the nuisances, I was avoiding to postulate.
These several notions I have been trying to delegate.

It has been quite heavy.
These few weeks I have been taking lightly.

I have been creating a storm.
My thoughts are devouring me as the sound of an alarm.

I feel choked.
My words have been revoked.

Why does it feel impossible to love and simultaneously feel safe?
It is suffocating and I am almost in the grave.

So take care of your soil.
You are about to see acres of land recoil.
I won't be the only one causing it all to spoil.