Stutter

Stutter

A Poem by CrimsonHints

My words spill out and over;
A kettle too quick to boil. 
Tendrils pushing upward;
A sprout breaking soil.

My words split and crumble;
An avalanche of stone.
Sensations in my throat,
I feel it in my bones.

My words spiral and tilt,
Hitting granite and gold.
But the story on my lips,
Isn't the one my mind has told.

© 2016 CrimsonHints


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I can remember stuttering like a fool at family gatherings. I've learned to slow down but once in a while I still get it. I feel sorry for people who have it really bad. You can feel it well up inside you while it's happening.

Good poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on August 30, 2016
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Tags: poem, poetry, stutter, speech, talk, relatable, literature