# Poem #58: It

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Emotion, Poetry

#59 of Poetry

This is a poem about the feeling that no one can describe. Enjoy.

_It_

I don't have any words to say  
What is making me feel this way  
A description of my thoughts  
Is not available to see  
I can only do my best  
And try

Something grows in my chest  
A thing not physical  
(Causing the effects of one)  
It pokes around inside my mind  
Brushing aside all my thoughts  
And presenting itself to the front  
It wraps its strangely warm fingers  
Around my throat and holds  
It creates wings of coarse paper  
The pull off a steep cliff  
And drag me along  
Its ropes of concrete bind me  
I cannot move an inch

This feeling inside  
I just cannot describe  
I barely know it myself.

~bhscorch

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