Love Works.

Understanding the works,
knowing the work of words;
it is a constant burden
to fight all these ghosts.

Shooting ideas at the sky--
may I, be lucky to catch one--
while I run and run
away from these thoughts.

A mental prison break out,
often shuts my mouth.
Quick-like, it never fails
but it angers the escape.

Oh, what to say or not?
How to keep a monster trapped?
To understand the works.

*rates or comments are appreciated*