Throwing Up

That old familiar feel of sinking has crept it's way back in.

Through doors I've locked and bolted,

through eyes I've boarded shut.

And what would you say, if i said it right now?

Probably 'i'm sorry' but you're not.

And the things you won't do to me, 

and the things you don't do for me,

haunt and tease my every thought.

But there's more than you'd believe, that i have to do.

Just to be sure i make it through a day,

a night, a week.

You don't know, because i won't say

What i don't say, what i can't say.

But there are so many ways i want to feel, 

That nobody's ever let me feel.

And i could tell you, but you wouldn't hear me.

Would you?

Because once you've started, 

it's hard to get it all out,

and it's hard not to,

because it's a lot like throwing up.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Interesting concept, but your poem gradually loses strength as it goes on. I feel like it could have been much more effective if you shortened it a little - brevity is, as they say, the soul of wit. You also need to decide what you're going to do with your formatting. It's fine to play games with capitalization and sometimes writers do very meaningful things with it, but in your poem there doesn't really seem to be any thought-out plan as to what is capitalized and what isn't. The starts of most of the lines are capitalized, but then you neglect words like 'I' later on. It's just confusing and it detracts from the overall tone of the poem, which, to be sure, is quite lovely and evocative.
A nice first effort.