"Laryngitis"

Why can't I do it?
Why can't I just tell you how I feel?

My mouth opens, nothing comes out...
My heart pounds in my throat, but it can't
force the words out.

The words long waiting to be expelled...
The void of insecurity sucks them back
into the abyss.

Oh great coward, forever running with your
tail between your legs...

You tell yourself so often that you don't stand a
chance, you start to believe it and lose interest.

Shoot yourself in the foot, why don't you?

Just spit it out.

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©Patrick Dias, 2009 |
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