The Flood

It’s not the piercing pain

Of clogged arteries.

It’s an ache,

Coming in waves

That hit against the dam

Holding back my flood

Of unsaid words

Feelings I cannot yet express.

If the dam breaks,

The flood will wash you away;

Away

To a place I cannot reach.


I will let the waves wash over me

Until I can let this damn dam down.


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