Not Alexithymia… More Of A Deepening [Internal] Frown

by Paul Tristram / October 3rd, 2021

If I unravelled my ‘Feelings’
from the Knot of my Mind,
or Nest within my Heart…
they might not make Sense
to You, or even strangle Me?
I cannot step Forward
or Backwards… I Hover
… and stick to ‘Maybes’.
You are a Poet and Words
fly from your complicated
mouth like throwing knives
… I am Mute and Statue
halfway up the stairs…
between Nervousness
and Stubbornness…
and, see … how I end up,
exactly where I just started
… Stuck in Derailed Silence.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 3rd, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.