Poem #58: It
#59 of Poetry
This is a poem about the feeling that no one can describe. Enjoy.
It
I don't have any words to say What is making me feel this way A description of my thoughts Is not available to see I can only do my best And try
Something grows in my chest A thing not physical (Causing the effects of one) It pokes around inside my mind Brushing aside all my thoughts And presenting itself to the front It wraps its strangely warm fingers Around my throat and holds It creates wings of coarse paper The pull off a steep cliff And drag me along Its ropes of concrete bind me I cannot move an inch
This feeling inside I just cannot describe I barely know it myself.
~bhscorch
"It" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License