They rest inside me, deeply, persistent in their demands for release.
Monsters of thoughts and emotions that are dark with the density they possess.
The weight of them suffocating me lately.
The days fly by in a flurry of avoidance and boundaries of sanity.
The evening hours tick grossly by – second by second with the heaviness of it all.
The monsters – the thoughts – the emotions – form into words, and then sentences in my mind.
Filling volumes of expression that careen around inside of me.
They exhaust me so deeply there that I have nothing left with which to give them voice.
So they continue their dance inside of me.
Ever faster and more frantic they dance to their drums.
Boundaried only by the confines of my weariness.
By my inability to let them find footing and leap outward in the words that they demand be written.
They draw in all the energy I have, consuming it entirely.
All the energy that it would take for me to set them free.
So they stay where they are.
Thunderous in the silence they create.
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