journal slams open as i scream with a yell;
the emotion in my mind refuses to convert.
as i write, the tears flow. as they flow they soak into paper,
as they soak they become words and i
write as i cry, write as i cry.
tears for the words i've lost grasp of, they flow.
i've never had an emotion i couldn't pin under glass words
until now: as i write, nothing is relieved, as i write, nothing is solved.
i try to save myself, abandon ship, call for help with a pen as a phone
but i can only write as i cry, write as i cry, write as i cry.
for the lost savior, for the recently destroyed tool of relief
i cry as i write, as i write words that mean nothing.
words without ideas, what a painful notion, what a catalyst of anguish
ideas without words, so painful to bear at times yet at others such an affirmation of goodness
I CAN'T TAKE THIS FRUSTRATION I CAN'T BEAR THESE WORDLESS IDEAS
word.
