Saturday, December 12, 2009

I feel sick to my stomach.

[INCOMPLETE]

My mouth clamped shut.
Words are beating on the interior of my mouth.
Relentlessly trying to find a way out.
To spit those words that desperately need to be said.

My mind acts as a cowboy.
Reigning in the renegade thoughts.
Tightening the leash the more they push.
The mind doesn't trust those thoughts in this reality.

My heart weeps silently as it tries to ease the tension,
Causing a flash flood of tears.
The tears smash into the mouth,
Trying feebly to lessen the control of the muscles.

These words simply don't belong in the world.
Where things never remain the same.

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