Dramatic in action.
Crossing up what & when to possibly define why.
Why must I be so captivated in the understanding of this silence?
When did this silence take over the noisey out bursts of how?
Just that my mind races as if it was going against the speed of light.
Taking off into a distance with thoughts clouding my brain.
Yet I feel as if I'm mute.
Can't say much..
Can't say much at all.
Silence on the outside while a hurricane of words flood my inside.
Just only if I cut open.  If I just bleed out then maybe the syllables & metaphors that only I understand will be released for others to grasp .
If only it was that simple.
Yet I stare off in crowded rooms as words start rhyming.
Conversations turn into poetic horizons.
Love, heart break & rumors start to fill every inch I am clothed in.
I want someone to understand the poets curse.
Yet I sit in silence acting as if I'm listening to the words but they go unheard because my beating heart repeats this destruction of words that took hold of my tongue.
Mentally distracted. Frustrated a bit Frustrated.
Oh god do I wish this silence turned into yells of rhythmic freedom so this poetic jail gave me just a tad more leisure..