It pounds through
My bloodstream
Paralyzing
And choking
I can't see
Anymore
What's important
It sits in the back
Waiting for me
To notice
But I'm stuck
At the front
Amid blaring
And blazing lights
In my spot
And here I thought
I could beat it
I could stamp it out
Because fear
Is my enemy
And I won't let it win
I don't know
The words anymore
They flutter and fly
They wither and die
In my fingers
They stop suddenly
As if stopped
In their tracks
They freeze
And then burst
In a shower
Of ashes
That taste dry
And sweet
On my paper tongue
And I panic
I toss them
Again and over
I press them
To my heart
Willing them to live
But they lie lifeless
And I stare blankly
Before crumbling
And shaking
Crashing
And trembling
To the floor I go
Begging them to
Come back
To breathe
To dance on the lines
To jump from my pen
To stay once more
To pump my feelings
To my surroundings
To color the black
And white world
That I'm trapped in
But they shiver
At last
And I weep with
Relief
At the sickening
And intoxicating
Feeling
Of having poisoned
My words
As a result of
Feeling too much
And yet saying too
Little.
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Chromatic Musings
PoesíaA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
