There are too many locked

chambers in my chest

With no key

How do you get in

When I don’t even know

if you know

they exist?

Does your vision see that far?

Is it X-ray?

Do you notice the hollow sound

With my beating heart?

I don’t want to carry this poetry

Because it forms around unrequited things

Creating chambers

Big holes

Making me feel un-whole

Words lost by others

in another time

means sometimes I can’t speak

the way I want

These are the times I wish I had no memory

I’m brave

except with this.

Those lost words don’t disappear

They collect

in these chambers

If I could force them into bullets

I would release the chamber on my own

And watch them explode

away from you

so that you don’t get hurt

This is what happens

when you do life

it does you

And though I want to do something different

I just can’t do it alone

sitting paralyzed

enslaved

in my own private

silent

chamber.