A primal scream

 a desperate need

raw urgency resounds.

The air so thick and heavy,

one can falter and drown.

 

Skin

craving cuddles,

heart

yearning for love,

bones,

desiring a pause.

To stop.

 

Round and round,

go up, go down.

Stretched too thin.

Too far.

Elastic bands

will eventually snap.

The Hooke’s law I learned

taught me so.

 

This is not

a “cliché misunderstanding”.

But

reality- a world I live in.

One you live in.

However,

Your voice is always heard.

Loud. Clear. Boisterous.

Mine will never be.

Even with a microphone

since,

no one stops

to listen.

This is not some

“cliché misunderstanding!”