I Couldn't Tell YouA Poem by Eli Stohl"I couldn't tell you what it feels like, but it's sure a hell real."Persistent, pestering, indescribable It tortures me It haunts me It scares me I couldn’t tell you what it feels like But it's sure as hell Real It sits inside my mind, towards the back Small, but well-known It leaves for a little while, But shows it face Often enough I couldn’t tell you what it feels like But it's sure as hell Real I’m not groggy I’m not drugged I’m not crazy It feels like a fog It's not a fog That’s not what it is That’s not what I feel It feels...different I couldn’t tell you what it feels like But it's sure as hell Real It's not worry It's not fear It's not love, lust, attraction I can tell you what it isn’t It doesn’t feel like any one of those But still, the worst part is That it feels like every one of those I couldn’t tell you feels like But it's sure as hell Real It’s that feeling that you get When your whole life is lost But then it happens When just a small part of you Goes missing Let’s take a small, tiny subject Like a simple video A movie, character, a weekly TV show The little things in life Become so much More Like when someone makes a statement Just a few, short words Could feel like a whole, damned essay To me I couldn’t tell you what it feels like But it's sure as hell Real Then, what is it? Hell, I’d love to know Why my mind can’t stop thinking Running Worrying Fretting Cycling the same thoughts around Over and over There isn’t an off switch Or an escape Because an emotion That you can’t describe Fathom Grasp Or feel Is little more complicated than it seems I couldn’t tell you what it feels like But it's sure as hell Real © 2017 Eli Stohl |
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