Words Are Caught

words are caught in my throat
they bubble and froth
trying to get up
and say something
wether in words
or on paper
but they get stuck
they sit there
wanting to be used
wanting to be free
but they stick
they get holed up
inside my mouth
resting,
on the tip of my tounge
waiting
waiting to be used
but they just can't
they rest there
growing impatiant
but they wait
for hopefully
they will get thrown out
into the world
and curl up on paper
or blast through the air
hopefully, they will get used

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin