The Words

The words.

They have been missing.

From my head, lips, hands.

They left me alone.

I needed them.

Leaving everything inside

with no escape.

The costs build up.

Always with the pressure.

I numb myself.

Reclusive.

Suddenly,They are back.

Poking, prodding, pushing

Keeping sleep away

with a forceful edge.

Settling when released.