Clods of Pain

I run to escape.

To outrun the pain and hurt,

That fills my heart with bile,

And discolors my face.

My screams are only in my head

I can only bite my mute tongue,

Then box the nearest wall.

My fingers get numb,

As blood clots on the skin.

I reach for a nail file.

And file away the clot, and skin.

A fresh flow streams,

A flow I only see-

My feelings have departed.

The anger, the fury,

Have all clotted, hardened,

And settled heavily beneath my heart.

This weight I carry around,

I will not feel,

I cannot scream.
7th April 2006
published on 28th October 2006,Moments Magazine{The Saturday Standard}