terror

If
you could see
the person
under the clouds
hanging
gingerly around my neck
like pearls
you would understand
the person
if

I sit inside
With the things in my head
I am

not going
to tell
anyone what
I
feel, so the horror
is locked up
tight in my chest
while my limbs shake
I
read the symptoms
textbook style,
and they set forth
a verdict
no one believes.

Did they tell
you about me
and the warnings given
not to speak
for fear they
would be heard?

I am never alone
while the world outside
hears my lips move
and watches my eyes
scream

jeannelizabeth©

Poetry

4 Comments Leave a comment

  1. perhaps you’re not locked up so tight in there. sounds like the words are ebbing out, and there are minds listening, empathizing, and healing….

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