Poetry

How do I tell you when I’ve lost the will…

How do I tell you
When I’ve lost the will to move
Lips, tongue, teeth, finger-
Tips tapping, trying not to fall
Dead as doornails —
Fingernails —
Claws clenched,
Like teeth straining
Not to loose the scream —
The gutteral, never-ending, heart-rending
Cry that rages up from where
No words exist.