How

How can there's so much to say but none uttered?
How can overflowing emotions be contained?
How can it be agonizing yet feels nothing?
How can it?
How can?
How?

It appears that:
Silence is more deafening.
Void, more filling.
Gasping, more reinvigorating.
Numbness, more affectionate.
And chilliness more welcoming.

There are thoughts that can't be mustered.
Feelings that are left unexpressed.
Frustrations growing like a tended garden,
weeded,
watered,
and cared for.

More and
more
everyday.
Til there
is
none.

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