I wish I could talk
I wish I could say in words how I feel
How the demons stalk beyond nightmares
To visions I can’t describe.
I wish I could talk
And paint the sea of nightmares
The armies converging on thought and mind
And I am their slave.
I wish I could talk
I wish I could spell out to you in syllables
The intensity of my cage
The truth behind the rage that was never meant for you
But only for me.
I wish I could talk
I wish I could scream
And shout out the dream of the dark too dark
Too wild, too haunting
For anything I can describe.
I wish I could talk
But the words freeze. No; there are no words
There is no emotion, no tag
To put on me
And yet they still locked me away with a box and a label.
I wish I could talk
I wish I could paint. But colour is too vibrant or inadequate for canvas
And surreal is beyond a joke
Beyond hell
Beyond any articulate means I possess
To try and tell you
To try and make you see
How I feel
How I really am.
Tallie Pascoe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-talk/
