Words of the Soul

14.

(11.24.20)

The words are white hot

Burning

Tearing through my flesh

It eats at my stomach

This deep feeling

Like an endless pit

Oh, to be able to speak

To shout

To scream

But I am unable

Defiance is not tolerated

Things would only get worse

So I hold my tongue

Bite back my unspoken words

The loathsome feeling returns

Rushing through my veins

Beating in a dark mirror to my heart

Shredding my lungs

The words rise

Only in my head

This mental war waged on myself

I cannot speak.