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 deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. 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.