If you can't explain how you feel
You have seen something too horrific
You are left breathless
You cannot describe it
Words become only obstacles
Blockaded in your mind
Bringing no aid, just silence
Heartbreaking, stifiling quiet
The questions racing through your head
Have no answers
Why some things turn out the wrong way
May never be known
Bare, artless facts are all that can be dealt with
You have nothing else
And nothing else matters
Like marigold, I admire how you showed me a state of feelings that I never thought about much, but it certainly happens a lot and is confusing to deal with, and I end up going: "Anyway, gotta accept this and move on ..."
I want to say stuff about your verse-form and lines and so on; but I don't think there is anything you ought to change about your way of doing poetry so what the hell, please be encouraged anyway, even when things go awry!
I must say that this was a fairly accurate description of how I've felt more than once, its pretty interesting how you were able to capture it so precisely. in addition, the short lines, which are often uneven in pace, and interspersed with commas add odd points only serve to make the pace more breakneck and hectic, which in turn exactly fits the underlying mood. this was exiting to read!