Nose to stone I can’t open my eyes
They are swollen shut again
The right words demanded of me
Are strangled by the wrong ones
Each a backfire blazes my face
Searing my lips near closed
My nose only open to the air
I am scared paralyzed
I can not tell you how to help me
I wish I knew myself.
You walk away not knowing
My wooden heart is still in your pocket
Advertisement
There are times when we do not know what we need, but the yearning for something is there. I like your use of imaginery.