sometimes i run out of words
(yeah, me, speaker of torrents
dropper of waterfalls
fountains of rivers
of words and more words)
how can i talk this feeling away
when i feel so ugly in every way?
how to describe that gulf so vast
laying between the me i feel
and the me i see?
looking out from inside this place
and seeing with heart-eyes
beauty where others recoil
and horror that others call beauty
and me always out of step?out of my time, out of my place
in my own rhyme but dissonant chime
to the swan song of youth
and its foolish pronouncements
so expertly made with no history?
and words fail me,
no…i fail them, words.
and i am lost in seas of ugliness
and i am stuck in swamps of clumsiness
and i am doomed in deserts of desire
and no words
Your artistry of expressing truths in poetry is magnificent…
Thanks for sharing it with us…
Hoping you don’t run out of words…
OOhhhh…thank you soo much!! I am quite honored by your comment, and if anything like my usual life-long experience holds true, I will drown in the words I DON’T speak!!
We stumble on the words misread
But drown in those we leave unsaid
Hope your evening is filled with inspiring words…
OOooohh!! Yes. Yes we do indeed!