Sticky

words wouldn’t come
standing, mouth agape
horror and astonishment
happiness and excitement
fear and desolation
words wouldn’t come
they say
when obviously words failed them
and they stand and watch
in utter silence

then

there is me

words chase continuously
never quiet
silence never silent
they scream and laugh
and thump noisily up the staircases
that fill the shadows
of my brain
and the won’t ever stop
I hear them
over the music that drowns the external
over the fragments of dreams
that haunt too little sleep
beneath and beside the waves of the water that soothes
they come
and they chase
and they never cease
and just when I think that the peace may come
they notice
and they return
and get stuck in the folds and hollows
of my brain

 

Author April Wells
Published January 31, 2016

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