I can’t express this feeling
In any words of choice
Can’t find the right expression
I can’t find my own voice
You can see it my eyes, though
Slightly vacant, numb.
You see it in my languid body
What I have become
You can feel it in my fingers
As they tremble on your hand
You can feel it my hurried heart
Rocking like a band.
You can hear it my breathing
Irregular, erratic
You can hear it in my talking
Rambling, dramatic
Maybe you can sense it
Silent, unexpected
Strange, contorted faces
Off-time and belated
No I can’t express this feeling
And I don’t need to try
It dominates my thoughts just now
I needn’t tell you why.
Robbie Roberts 