There are times when words tickle
Like a drop of blood forced from a paper cut
When I wish there were more to say
When tapping fingernails on plastic
Absentmindedly
Is all
That shows
A single sign
Of the overflowing anxiety within
The thousand and so thoughts
Shouting in and out from the same synapse
So, I bite my lip, and, tap, tap, tap
Without talking
Fumble my tongue around the jumble of my words
Quiet immediately frustrated
Caught up in a brain that controls itself,
Ever inward
That’s its greatest jailee and greatest jailer
Enigmatic only from a distance
A torment at the center
So that I tap, tap, tap, quietly
Ceaselessly
Endlessly
Perpetually
Until eventually…. I slam, and destroy myself
Extinguishing into sweet bitter ash
A LUMS student studying Accounting and Finance, who likes to dabble in the arts to keep life interesting.