Unsaid
The words ring in my head.
Slowly moving towards my
my Tongue
Choking me as they go.
Did they bypass my brain?
I bite down, taking a deep breath, and fight the urge.
Afraid to speak, till the control is back & I can trust myself again.
This nightly ritual.
A war of the will.
Or is it a daily one?
I don't know.
I must be going insane.
When did this begin,
This war raging within?
To speak the words,
Gives them a life, which then grows like a weed.
Out of control they grow and grow,
Till they are all I'll see.
Some things are better left unsaid,
better just floating in my head.
Just a slip of the tongue is all it takes,
Before it to hard, to put on the brakes.
Forgive my silence,
as I lie here and rest.
There's a war going on,
that feels like a test
Don't question me now,
about what's in my head,
Until I've caught my breath,
And know what I've said.