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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You sound as if you afe suffering badly Lisa. If I have interpreted this correctly. Holding your hand. Xoxo
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Not the best to be honest but I’ll be OK, it will pass. Thanks my friend, much love xx
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I guessed that. Yes it passes. Horrible st the time though. I am still here to say “Shit” to. In fact I will join you. Love
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A chorus of shit? Yes that could help :O) xx
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Lol I was just thinking we could do with a WirdPress Shit Room where we could all go and have a good shout and pound a few walls lol xo
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I think that’s a great idea :O) xx
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Lol
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I’m willing to dabble a little too – so to speak!
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You’d be most welcome Peter 😊 xx
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I hate when my mind gets clouded with words and neither of them find it’s way to my lips at times. It can be annoying when I’m trying to sleep. Great reflection of this.
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Yes I know what you mean 😊
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