we'll see how brave we are

[greensilkchai]

the silence spreads and fills my head.
i don't know where the words all went.
for i can't write, and i feel half-dead.

maybe i have lost the thread
that held me tight to others' bent;
the silence spreads and fills my head.

my muse is fat and amply fed
with the experiences that give her vent,
but i can't write, and i feel half-dead.

a thousand letters came and fled
to wherever almost-words are sent.
the silence spreads and fills my head

with a sickening, certain dread
that all my genius is spent,
for i can't write, and i feel half-dead.

in the past i always said
exactly what i always meant;
but the silence spreads and fills my head.
i'm half alive, but i feel mostly dead.