Irene Wells

Feelings

How do I even begin to explain 

The echo in my bones 

That crescendos every day? 

How do I describe 

A feeling so raw, so piercing

Until you’ve felt it before? 

A yearning so intense 

That it shakes my veins 

And the blood in them 

Ripples with the rhythm 

Of the thoughts in my head 

Till they stop. 

How do I put into words 

Something that transcends language 

Something that surpasses all attempts at expression?
Something that gnaws at me from morn till eve 

A tiny voice in my head that never speaks 

Till it screams.

Until it drowns my dreams 

With spirals of fears 

Daggers and knots buried deep.

How do I put into words 

A feeling I don’t know how to feel?