trapped inside,
 my feelings seethe about, 
 seeking expression.

 i don’t know what they are;
 i can’t name them.

 i feel them swirling around, 
 numerous and familiar, 
 pressing up against my sternum,
 trying to escape.

 it’s dark inside,
 blackness resides there,
 sulkily resisting all attempts at
 dissipation. 

 i don’t know how to set them free.

 the right combination of words and actions escape me,
so they carry on,
 festering,
 infecting the host,
 leaving me trapped,
 empty but not empty,
 tethered to darkness.