Swollen

A Poem

I feel so swollen because of all this love not the kind I let out, but the kind I keep in The stuff I keep all for myself these children, these memories are what fill me up and keep me distended

I feel so swollen because of all this hate not the kind I let out, but the kind I keep in The stuff I keep all for myself the emotional self-annihilation is what causes this bloat and keeps me, well, me

I feel so swollen because of all these thoughts not the kind I let out, but the kind I keep in The stuff I keep all for myself the words that never get written are what fill this brain and keep me inflated

I feel so swollen because of all this sadness not the kind I let out, but the kind I keep in The stuff I keep all for myself that mother, that father and this gigantic black hole that continues to swell

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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