breathing, being, breaking

why am i

incapable

of finding

words

sufficient

to describe

these feelings?

is it so

impossible

to piece

together

enough to

make you

understand?

does the

lexicon

of my soul

surpass

even that

of my own

tongue?

how could one

spell out

the weight

of a

guilt-ridden

love?

the complex

coexistence

of fear

and

desperate

desire?

the incessant

taunts

and cries

of my mind’s

ever-present

narrator?

i can’t.

so i trudge on,

one heavy

footstep

at a time,

ignoring

the crunch

of my shoulders

beneath

the burden

of my own

being