I Give Up On Poetry.

I haven’t written a word of poetry
In the wake of your departure
Afraid my words would depict
Enclosed emotions I am yet to predict
Those I fail to recognise
Because although internalised,
My body rejects it
And so my lips don’t dare hum a new rhythm
No new sounds
Not for fun, not for any reason
In attempt to avoid creating
Lyrical ensemble inspired by what was
Unearthing the pain to decipher its root cause
I cannot afford to turn this into music or poetry or rhymes
Cannot bare to make this real
So I give up on stanzas and lines
On everything that makes me feel
Trapped and secluded
Everything I’ve struggled to remain eluded
I’ve been here before
I don’t want to revisit, I don’t want this anymore. 

A.