Emotions well up inside, seeking a way to define

Themselves in the light of speech, trapped far

Too long in a darkness of isolation, caught in

My throat like a piece shattered glass that

Has been carved from unshed tears.

There is a fence around my heart, lined with

Barbed wire regrets of my own design, a fence

Made of rancid dreams lodged deep within the

Perimeters of four empty rooms, chambers lined with

Crimson beatings like the ticking of a treacherous clock.

So I write what cannot be spoken, in words that fall

Short beneath the gravity of a whirlwind abyss called

The human soul, never quite reaching the heart of what

I long to say, but only striving to find that elusive light of

An outside world from within a secret heart.

A key for an unseen lock.

END

“Whirlwind”