I wish I could talk <br />I wish I could say in words how I feel <br />How the demons stalk beyond nightmares <br />To visions I can’t describe. <br />I wish I could talk <br />And paint the sea of nightmares <br />The armies converging on thought and mind <br />And I am their slave. <br />I wish I could talk <br />I wish I could spell out to you in syllables <br />The intensity of my cage <br />The truth behind the rage that was never meant for you <br />But only for me. <br />I wish I could talk <br />I wish I could scream <br />And shout out the dream of the dark too dark <br />Too wild, too haunting <br />For anything I can describe. <br />I wish I could talk <br />But the words freeze. No; there are no words <br />There is no emotion, no tag <br />To put on me <br />And yet they still locked me away with a box and a label. <br />I wish I could talk <br />I wish I could paint. But colour is too vibrant or inadequate for canvas <br />And surreal is beyond a joke <br />Beyond hell <br />Beyond any articulate means I possess <br />To try and tell you <br />To try and make you see <br />How I feel <br />How I really am.<br /><br />Tallie Pascoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-talk/
