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. 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.