My Grief

I swallowed my grief
And it has sat
Undigested within me
Turning my stomach sour
And I wish these words
Would spew forth
From within me
Allowing me the catharsis
I need

But they sit
And they sour
They turn acid in my mouth
I sit and stare at paper
Like dry wretching
Over the toilet bowl
But they never come forth
And free me