pain
by merlyn on Nov.13, 2020, under Poetry
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.
