Too Many Words

How is it that I can hardly breath

When the room is full of air?

Where can I go?

How can I leave?

When I feel so low.

Nowhere.

Nowhere is good

With its vacuum of words,

And my thoughts-unheard

Have free rein.

And the pain

Can be released.

Into the void

Stillness, nothing, space,

Scream, slice.

But it seems that

Noise returns,

With its size 12 boots,

And leaves their tread

Upon the thoughts

Inside  my head.

I try to quieten the roaring hell,

But the voices scream, ‘Don’t tell! Don’t tell!’

Words cannot be endured,

Must be ceased.