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I'm really struggling to find a way to start, a way to let out what I have trapped inside. And I'm wondering every moment that I type how you'll take this confession that my fingers create. I'm sorry, you know, sorry for the pain this will cause and the havoc it will wreak upon your life. And on mine. I beg you now, before this all comes to light to not send me to a clinically white room, full of strangers and a clipboard that might just destroy my life as I confess what's within it. I've started to get off topic, I know that much is true and I'm still struggling to find the words to say to you. I'm putting it in a poem with artistic license, so the dread that climbs my throat can be compared to a monster without me facing a persons laughter. so that the weight in my veins can be water through a stream that is slowly seeping and drying away. I hope that you understand what I'm referring to. I don't want to say it aloud, I don't want to make it true but I think the least I can do is to tell you how the fear and pain eats me up from within. I'm drowning and I cannot swim.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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I'm really struggling to find a way to start, a way to let out what I have trapped inside. And I'm wondering every moment that I type how you'll take this confession that my fingers create. I'm sorry, you know, sorry for the pain this will cause and the havoc it will wreak upon your life. And on mine. I beg you now, before this all comes to light to not send me to a clinically white room, full of strangers and a clipboard that might just destroy my life as I confess what's within it. I've started to get off topic, I know that much is true and I'm still struggling to find the words to say to you. I'm putting it in a poem with artistic license, so the dread that climbs my throat can be compared to a monster without me facing a persons laughter. so that the weight in my veins can be water through a stream that is slowly seeping and drying away. I hope that you understand what I'm referring to. I don't want to say it aloud, I don't want to make it true but I think the least I can do is to tell you how the fear and pain eats me up from within. I'm drowning and I cannot swim.
ArunaMA
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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