I don’t understand this feeling –

The grip,

It holds,

It etches, deepens.

I try to comprehend this feeling, 

To trace,

Its face, 

And know its name. 

But the thought of it is weakening.

Can I get out of this feeling?

To soar above its head, 

And crawl below its trail, 

Escape its shadow, 

And hide behind a shade.

This feeling-

It’s tingling,

Screaming, 

Staining-

A bone stuck in my throat, 

A yell just beneath my tongue.

It tries to escape,

A word it yells-

A cry for-

help.

– Unknown