There are words trapped inside me
Which ache and yearn to be free
But some unforseen force chains them
And drags them back into the depths
The sounds of lost smiles and stolen glances
Echo in the bowels of something most unclear
With each bouncing wave getting louder
Yet harder to hear
It is torture
It is inhumane suffering
To come that close to realization
And be denied some moment of peace
Every thought burns in the back of my mind
Every image drives me closer to the brink of insanity
Every breath swells in my chest like a balloon ready to burst
Every tear dries before it even surfaces
Where is my release?
Where is my epiphany?
Where is my absolute shining moment of self-realization?
Where is my muse?