Paralysed in poetry and images
And lasso them into an invisible plastic bubble
That floats formless in my mind.
I know inside what I want to say.
I can see you before me vaguely through dark staring eyes
Or sense your presence when lids are locked tight
Yet the words will not marshal themselves together
And I cannot make them comply with my will
So that they can come marching down to my mouth
They will not spill out into the world
To make coherent sense.
The lips lie fallow, unused.
They are numb.
They will not move.
The breath is shallow
Not enough breath then to give sound to the voice?
It is more than this.
The thoughts, though perfect, whole and complete
Are stuck, as if in
There is no path for them to the outside world.
It has mysteriously vanished.
And you cannot know then
How sad I am
How distressed I am
To be like this
How much I need your contact
But cannot bear your physical presence
How amazingly interesting I am inside
In this invisible
And how lonely
It is here
Stuck in a world that is completely inaccessible
No matter how near
Or easy it is for you