My tongue stays knotted, a noose around my throat,
A strangling coil that I cannot break.
I choke on words I can’t release,
Hanging in the silence of sentences I can’t yet find.
Thoughts race past, swift like speeding cars,
Yet I remain mute, frozen in the stillness…
I can’t speak.
How can my mind hold all these questions
But no answers to ease the chaos?
So many ideas, yet I’m lost on how to bring them to life.
I stay speechless, trapped in this silence.
I reach for better days,
Clutching at air, hoping for a shift.
But all I seem to gather are bitter ones.
I am too young to feel the cold of this despair.
This noose tightens,
As I dissolve further, suppressing all that troubles me.
I need the words to voice my pain,
A voice that has long since eluded me.
I must find it, before it’s too late.
