a feeling that’s hard to describe

a feeling that’s hard to describe

“talk to someone“, they say.

overwhelmed by frustrations you
live in denial of, quarrelling voices thud
hard their boots on the slab of your head.

you feel like a prisoner of deferred hope
carved into in a maze.

it spirals–your mind–out of control.

a voice tells you to bash your head
against the wall.

you shut your eyes, imagine it.
head meet wall. skulk pop out.
brain & blood decorate the wall.
freedom, finally. gore.

no, you don’t like gore.

your eyes flicker. reality wink at you.
it points at a book whose pages magically flip open.

page 1. self doubts & [inserts ellipsis]
page 10. self sabotage & [inserts ellipsis]
page 100. lack. loss. limitation. [the ellipsis reoccurs].

it’s a memoir of grief. yours.

you want to scream, but your voice is swallowed up in gulps of sighs.

you want to cry, but your eyes beg for salty streams run dry by nightly groans.

silence

“talk to someone”, they say.

can the wordrupt tell tales?