Cathartic Writing

Emotions cluster greedily around my swelling heart
constricting, almost tangible they’re tearing it apart
They fight for recognition, for projection on my face
Instead they make me numb and all expressions are erased

Talking wont be helpful no, my mouth wont acquiesce
to the pleas of loved ones, it ignores all their requests
The horrid ball of torment warns to drag me to the depths
where no warmth can reach me, where no sanity is kept,
so I rush to my salvation, to my only saving grace
I feel the coolness of the pen, a comforting embrace
And feel the words flow from the nib like I could never say
They’re contained within the ink, within the paper they will stay.
Suggested category > Food & Drink > Ethnic Cuisine… I didn’t realise you could order a plate of Cilla in an Ethnic country… Or maybe it’s an alcoholic beverage?
How exciting