CAMELOT FANTASIES

My throat is tickling
Persistent scraping on the inside
No water can't relieve it
Neither does massaging the outside
Words need to be spoken
There is no choice
I am holding back
Crying takes its toll
My heart is broken
Hard to breathe
I have lost my voice
Anger is seething
All around me say
Its a part of the grieving
Having travelled this road before
My logical side believing
My emotional side
Chooses to ignore
When the hell
Is this roller coaster ride
Over

~Divine