deepundergroundpoetry.com

Inner Maelstrom

They say to sit with your feelings,
leave space to feel them.
But what if
there’s no space big enough?

I’ll sit with them,
but they won’t sit with me.
They dash in--
then back out to sea.

They swell, and screech.
A swirling maelstrom
even in
the calmest waters.

When I come to ask,
what wounds me so?
A silence….
scratches in my throat.

Though their language
is one I’ve tried to learn,
their voices
talk (or scream) out of turn.

A codex not taught
in our strangled schools;
I’m lost
and I don’t know the rules.
Written by skg373 (Cera)
Published
Author's Note
Emotional intelligence isn't something a school will teach you. Perhaps if they did, we wouldn't be such messes walking around like all is well when chaos reigns.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 1
comments 1 reads 295
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:15pm by Indie
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:09pm by gothicsurrealism
POETRY
Today 3:03pm by PAR
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:45pm by mel44
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:24pm by Vision_of_insanity
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:01pm by Ahavati