Words

So many words screaming through my mind, tearing it apart

Nonsense, every single one. Incoherent, unconnected, banal

Cruel syllables, pathetic prose mock and taunt. Brain farts

Capturing sanity; reason, a way of escape, held in their thrall

Battering a tired psyche that longs for comfort in solid form

So many words, millions, each more unavailing than its kin

Offering hope with sardonic smile, a truism old and worn

I cannot find you, the right ones, to heal the pain within

You are only words and you are not enough and too much

In my mind a torment. On your lips and only yours, just one,

A solitary, lonely syllable all the more precious as such,

Would be the key. Emotions barred by words, free to run.

Lisa

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