Not Alexithymia… More Of A Deepening [Internal] Frown

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.