Knots

It’s the feeling
When all
has turned
black.
Hands flail just
Trying to
Reach for something
Concrete.

It’s the feeling
When you are trapped in a box.
You push
And you force
But you just
Can’t
Escape.

It’s the feeling
When you swim underwater.
Your lungs throb
For just
A single
Breath.

It’s the feeling
When you choke.
Words grab at
Your throat to be
Set free,
But a lump makes
All
Unspeakable.

Its the feeling
When the butterflies
Have died.
The wings
Have crumbled,
So they lay
And shrivel
In your
Stomach.

It’s endless.

The screaming,
The fighting,
I can’t hide
But I do.

You see,
I hide the suffering.
I ball it up
And lock it away
In the pit
Of my gut.
I throw on a smile,
And
“I’m great,
How are you?”

E.B

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