Silently quiet, stirring grey matter, trying to adjust
to hidden feelings now rising above all else.
Jutting into my memory, pushing me around, causing
quite a frenzy inside.
Feelings of being trapped, breath being squeezed from
within my mind, trying to hold on as I experience it's
horrendous feelings of helplessness.
Catching at abandonment, not letting go, allowing it
to consume my entire being.
Unable to yell or scream, only little grunts can escape
as my whole body tightens up, trying to escape this
interior hell.
Wanting to swim above it all, being pulled constantly
down, back into the image that captured me in it's
unholy grasp.
Taunting, ripping away all logic, flailing in bottomless
pits of feelings as I'm trapped incessantly inside,
until it decides to let me go.
(1: 32 p.m. - 1/17/11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem