Inability

Able to talk, to write, to communicate;

The inability to express continues to hound.

Ironical its sound,

The truth to which I am bound.

Light you see not,

Only what it shows.

The torrent held inside,

The cloud destined to grow.

Lightning and drizzles hiding everything,

The fright, the storm that continues to grow.

Afraid to rain, afraid it might cause pain.

Not able to leave, secretly wanting to stay;

Insignificant thoughts and feeble words,

Ignoring the warning; risking the fords.

Knowing well that the threat grows,

Undecided.

© Sireesh.Y, 2012