Dispair

I feel nothing.

I feel no cold,

I feel no warm.

In my throat there is a knot,

Painful and hard.

No tears fall from my eyes,

The taste of the liquor is rough. 

My heart is scared,

Though my mind remains untouched.

It is blank with confusion, fear and lack of trust.

My thoughts are like a white wall,

With a single speak of red.

Because no matter what,

I can’t seem to keep this one thought out of my head.

Now my knot is tightening up,

And I am feeling overwhelmed.

My mind is no longer blank.

I am starting to make a high-pitched sound.

I feel my eyes getting moist,

As my face starts feeling warm.

All of the sudden there are tears rolling down my cheeks.

My feelings are no longer withheld.

Yet still, I mourn.

Reviews

[Mark D]

The description of an unshakable thought as red on a white wall is excellent. I enjoyed this heart felt poem. Thanks and well done