Processing

vacuum

Why does it hurt so much
This pain that churns within?
How can screams echo endlessly
But no breath escapes my lips?
Every miniscule moment
A slurry of meanings wave through
Soon the waters suck me down
And thoughts unfurl again.

Caged walls suffocate hope
Mocking any progress made
Then patterns emerge newly interwoven
Confirming your fears.
The person present is a shell,
A figure that holds pieces together
To display a convincing mannequin
Of someone doing well.