I am overwhelmed at times
with a sudden wave of urgency.
A pressure builds up inside of me
and leaves me with only the racing thump
of my heartbeat and heaves of breath
from my crushed lungs.
I try to empty my chest of this heaviness
But seldom do words come up to surface.
I'm often left alone
to drown in this fixation.
Impatience fills their eyes
waiting for the easy flow of conversation
to pour out from the spout that is my mouth
But my lips dry up
and with a sandpaper tongue
volatile waves of these tangled up
emotions begin to cease
and the tide recedes inside,
towards the back of my mind
and seldom do words come up to surface.