Painfully numb, unsung emotion of a mind undone
Denied feeling under the guise of healing
Thoughts concealed from myself
Do I pull back the curtain to
peer through the window
that shines the light of my
mind into the room?
Or will I look out to see a wretched scene
and wish I’d never opened the shades?
Am I ashamed of my own ideas or scared?
Morbid curiosity
like a burn in the mouth you incessantly tongue
One ton of thought presses down
on the left side of my brain
another on the right
Enticing to open the box to my thoughts
but self-control is a virtue
As is patience, maybe one day
I can uncover my thoughts
and not be bothered
But for now I shake as my hand approaches
then detracts
Only when I sleep
does the box burst open.
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