THE WORDS THAT ARE STRUGGLING TO COME OUT
CHOKE ME AND PLEAD DESPERATELY.
I OPEN MY MOUTH TO SAY HOW YOU NEVER LISTEN
BUT THE WORDS PUSH BACK, TO SCARED TO
FALL INTO THE UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.
I'M AT A DISADVANTAGE AND YOU USE THAT TO
GET YOUR WAY. BECAUSE WHILE WORDS
SLIP RIGHT FROM YOU LIPS SO ELOQUENTLY,
THE SYLLABES RICOCHET OFF THE WALLS
OF MY MIND.
YOU'RE THE ORCHESTRA, GETTING LOUDER AND MORE
EXCITED. I'M THE AUDIENCE, SILENT AND TETENTIVE.
YOU PLAY METICULOUSLY AND I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO
LISTEN TO YOU.
YOUR MIND AND MOUTH PROCEED LIKE TIME, ALL TOGETHER
AND NOT STOPPING OR SLOWING DOWN FOR ANYONE.
MY THOUGHTS RACE BUT MY MOUTH STAYS IN PLACE.
EVERYTHING I WILL EVER DREAM
TO SAY ENDS UP STUCK IN MY THROAT ANYWAY.
YOU ARE READING
Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts
Poetryin which i write poetry to try and make you feel something.
