What are words and
When I need them the most, they never come.
How could I ever use them to express the depths
of the pain I feel?
The extent of
Whatever I speak, it feels too little. Too dull for the
amount of emotion I feel nestled there inside of me.
It’s never enough when it really comes down to it.
In this way, the words betray. Me, their creator.
But what have I really created, anyway?
They were here first, infused with meaning.
I only string them together in sentences.
I try to convey what is inside,
but it never comes out right.
Sometimes, it is the silence that says it best.