sometimes my own thoughts overwhelm me
the words get stuck
lodged deeply within the vibrations of my voice
it feels like I could explode from the inside
with these pent up feelings and overflowing words
sometimes they feel like they could drown me
my head's already under water
I feel their choke hold,
pressing gently, gradually firmer
I seem to have resigned myself
to this peaceful scene
when my head is floating
the water is still
the ripples have stopped
but my eyes are wide open
to take in everything
for all I'll ever touch and hear
is all my life would ever be
I can't help it sometimes
the darkness hidden in whispers
but once in a while
they're happy chatter
a company i'd rather have than to be alone
with my choked words and ripped sheets of paper
YOU ARE READING
Almond Blossoms
ŞiirNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
