Aug 10, 2014 08:30
What happens when you take all the words away;
With what do I express my pain?
My joy; my desire?
My inner fire?
I can't hold a pen;
My hand shakes.
I'm numb; fingers on a keyboard;
Can't coordinate.
And to say?
Speech; spoken word;
Taken, normally for granted;
Gone; I can't form the words.
past,
me,
future,
anon,
poem