An unfinished thought

That longish silence hovers
Do you feel it?
Scribbling on your skin,
Making you itch with uneasiness

That queasy undigested thought,
Gives you an upset mindset
That unfinished idea, munches on
Awake or asleep, it refuses to let go

Burp all you want,
Paint your vomit on that paper,
It is a never-ending process,
The chewing, burping and vomiting.

Finish me, cut me out, kill me, it thunders
And all you do is follow orders,
Inside your head and outside,
Like a satiated child it falls asleep.

Only to be followed by another