I chose this poem for my first post under Lost In Words because I still feel the emotion that went into it. I remember writing it, and the struggle I felt with trying to get out all these things that were buried in me.
The rocks in my stomach Threaten to come up somehow, And I know I can't stop the pain. The pressure builds in my core, The weight of it crushing my pit, And I don't know if I can handle all of it. The rocks, I feel, tare up my throat The jagged edges making me choke, And I know I will never speak again. There's blood rushing out of the tares, The liquid blocking my air. I know I won't survive... This devastation - This absolute loss of salvation. I can only see the darkness, For I am completely blinded by this. The rocks fall out of my mouth and onto the floor, There seems to be nothing but more And I crumble in the pile of my mess. There is nothing left of me. Turned inside out by what was buried in me, I'm now just a part of the heap. ©S.T. Jun. 26, 13