When Words Die

twisting

spinning

pirouetting

through my grey matter

ideas

not yet complete

mere words

trying to join together to form something more

they beg to be written

streamed

released to the ether

perhaps to touch some other life

to bring meaning

brightness

push away the darkness for a moment or two

endless

they fight to control a thing that cannot be controlled

they keep me awake

wreak havoc in the night

the day

the in-between

I need only write them

free them

give them what they crave

I’m stone-walled

every turn a dead end

an excuse

a fear

that they just won’t be good enough

they just won’t be seen

be heard

be accepted

I just won’t be good enough

seen

heard

accepted

they suffocate

an agonizing death

from which I cannot escape.

 

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