Poetry

silence

It’s never fun to not have words

Or when the words build up and build up in your chest like sobs

desperate to be let out like heavy wet stones

But you can’t because you’d hurt people

Because you believe you already have

and the voiceless words that soak and sink are your punishment

You stare and stare at the page, you can read but what good is it

Those words just fill up inside you and don’t come out

You swell painfully, your heart too heavy with all the words

It hurts and you have no outlet

It hurts and you feel that you need to be Doing

But there is nothing to be Done but wait

Wait and hope

That eventually

The words will flow again

Like ink, like blood

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