Blur

Inside this chest
The pain is sprouting its roots ..
Like the blood that runs through my veins
Its spreading throughout my body & there is no controlling it.


A storm is brewing..
Emotions tangled and strewn within' ..
Tears filling my eyes, a battle to contain them.
Mind over matter, a will of sorts and I will not shed a tear..
At least not now, not in front of you..


But as the days blurr and in this chest the storm still grows..
To my blankets I'll take refuge.
There in my numbness the tears will flow


A.S.