My throat burns with unsaid words, crawling and scratching their way out.
My mind churns, still recovering from the previous bout.
Legs trembling, I try to walk away,
Shoulders shuddering, I may as well stay.
My feet are cold, and so are my hands,
My eyes have seen many other lands.
My eyes have seen more than you'll ever know,
And what I know for sure, is that I'll never show.
My secrets are hidden between cracks of lines,
In more than just words, my true thoughts will hide.
No one thinks, and no one ever understands,
I'll never let one, and I'll never give up my hands.
I've had my close calls, I've had my fair share,
But I've hidden my secrets, in ways to know, you wouldn't care.
I've hidden my many secrets oh-so easily,
Don't you worry now, the secrets are on me.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
