Woodpecker Hole ~ Photo by Patrice

At times there are things
You want to say
But the words won’t come
They are vacant far, far away.

How to bring them
To your lips
How to express feelings
Deep, deep in your stomach pit.

In your stomach
They seem to hide
Fermenting, fermenting sick
There they seem sit.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson Р2018