Trap

Poetry does so much
To sooth the soul
And heal the mind.

Why is it
...then...

The most powerful emotions
slip quietly past my pen?

Why is it
...then...

This torrent of tears
barely wets the page?

Why is it
...then...

This fearhurtlovehate
Can't be read in these words?

Poetry is the trap I lay
To catch my emotions
To rip them from my soul
Leaving me unhurt and still.

And still,
I cannot capture the truest emotions
No matter what I try.

Fearlovehurthate
They stay with me still.

And still,
I write.