The words are lodged in my throat.
Claws dug into flesh, fighting to remain as they are,
While I cough and choke trying to expel them.
How can three little words cause so much turmoil within?
Sleep delivers dreams,Infinite possibilities.
Images that taunt me with the what if,
But only if I can say it.
My thoughts aren't safe.
They cut swiftly and deep,
Taunting me with the feelings I denied to be true,
Slapping me with the realization
That to me, I will never be worthy of you.
I'd gladly swallow more than I should
If I could reach into me with mechanics and machine
And pull the words out to present them to you.
But still they remain...
Stuck, refusing to be said,
Giving neither an inch, nor inkling that they are there are all.
How can three little word cause so much turmoil within?
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my poetry. Some of is is very Afro-centric. Some of it is very personal. Some of it just is. I hope my readers like my poetry as much as my paranormal work.
