I put pen to pad and text to page.
But no matter what I say.
I can’t find the words to explain.
All the emotions, feelings, and rage!
Word after word and phrase after phrase.
It’s driving me crazy I’m going insane!
I write letters that become words
words that make sentences, to form a verse.
Yet the more I elaborate the more the meaning blurs.
I try and try but the more I write,
the more the meaning dies.
The explanation in my mind,
becomes outta reach and outta sight
You deserve an explanation,
And even with all my concentration
It’s on the tip of my tongue, like a flirtation.
An elaboration full of frustration.
I wish I could explain, the thoughts in my brain
Bound and chained, locked up and contained
A feeling that wont wane, my writing is in vain
I’m no longer sane, thanks to all of this strain.
How do I do it, how do I get through it?
My speech, writing and movements aren’t fluid.
I feel stupid, I guess I’m just not fluent.
In the language of emotion, I’m clueless.
And I can’t refute it, for now I must remain muted.
