stop my lungs from breathing
Choaking with emotions
fear strangled in my throat
Unsafe release of truth
it drowns inside my chest
Overworking effort
to stop this like from showing
Its frustrated anger
leaves me sick and tired
I feel it screaming
neurotic claustrophobia
The vibration of its crying
trembles in my grasp
echoes through my veins
Finding no more space
Having no more strength
to store this anxious like.
Would your interest loose its depth
if I shared with you a taste
of this sugar that I swallow?
© Elizabeth Dominguez
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