Writer’s Block

Anger
Despair
The swirling tulmut in my chest
The tearing inside.
I need to cry,
I need to rage.
Neither comes.

My refuge is the cause…
My shelter is full of spikes.
I want to hide.
Run away.
How do you hide from yourself?
How do you hide from your own mind?
How do you hide from your pain?

I need to get away.
How?
When?
Where?
I need a hug…
I need a friend.

Icy claws digging into my shoulders,
frozen fingers down my back.
The clench around my heart,
as it drops out of my chest.
Thoughts spiral,
down, down, down.
Caught in an endless loop,
feeding off itself.

I grasp at the edge,
fingers clawing for purchase.
If I can just hang on…
Can I ride this out?
Just a little longer…
…a little…

Swept away in the torrent,
I feel myself getting lost.
My heart pounds,
my thoughts race.
Darker, darker,
I am lost,
eaten from within
I am hollow, empty…
Gone

G otta get out
O nce this was a safe place
T en years later, it’s pain
T en years later, it’s frozen
A rctic aroud my heart

G otta get out
E scape
T o where?

O n my own?
U seless?
T o get out…