Mental Muddle

The older I get, the worse the fog seems to get.

Breathless are my screams

as they stop between tight lips. 
I feel I am
shrinking

sinking

stinking in this mess of mud I slip.

Feeling trapped is a blessing

compared to what I feel

this tearing 

ripping

smothering 

of a wound that will not heal. 

This silent inability 

to let my voice speak true

this devastating silence 

of calling

bawling 

begging for more room. 

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

This poem...... it feels raw and powerful. The way you repeat words like shrinking, sinking, stinking and tearing, ripping, smothering really makes the emotions hit harder. It captures that suffocating silence so well.... like the struggle of wanting to scream but being unable to. It’s dark but beautifully written, and very relatable for anyone who’s felt trapped inside their own feelings. I could totally relate with it and feel it.
Thank you for sharing this with us but just know that you're not alone ok?
Stay safe and well.
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