A Letter Poem by Phil Soar

I wrote a letter

I tried to make it uniform in phrase and composure
To try and tell a story with feeling
To position the reader in a comfort zone
But my words expressed only my worries

Lost in its negativity were the symptoms of my hysteria
How the jealousy had a grip that controlled my mind
Unrelenting and strangling my thoughts
I wrote in brief episodes of gloom
The words uncomfortable
The reasons complex

I tore up the letter

Tried to sleep

Nausea overtook my thoughts and led to a feeling of emptiness
No reason to start again

I put down the pen.

And then I cried