Hush

I can’t express myself or say how I feel

It’s all in my head so I try like it’s real

I try to get it out

Over you as you shout 

I can’t spit it out

My throats locked up

My lips are sealed 

My mind is running free

Buzzing like a bee

But the stinger of it all

Is the look when I fall

I’m down on the ground 

My heart heavy like a hundred pounds

Holding me down

I struggle to get up

Hold my arms up and reach for a chance to grip to speech but fall back down again

I’m speechless. 

Staring into the empty room

That’s lit up by the darkness and gloom

a bold dark doom, 

It burns into my soul 

Tearing a hole 

Ripping it open before sewing me shut

A poor job done by the Seamstress of Death

So here I am sitting. 

Alone in my world. 

A lonesome burden to bear 

But it seems no one will care

I can’t say this you

So I rhyme to myself 

I walk through this world, 

I am the elf on the shelf

I see you laughing and talking

Holding hands as you’re walking

But do you care to look back?

At who you left in the black?

I was waiting for you

I thought my wish had come true

But here I am waiting

Wondering where did you go?

You left me alone

I all have is this pen

So I’m here writing again

Writing, bleeding the words

I know they’ll never be heard

Like an owl,

But what I say is absurd