Endlessly spilling words as I walk
but they make never a sound,
A cocoon that ebbs and flows
the silence weaves around,
The words are the laughter
elation fear pain,
Leaving me like a sinking vessel
till I am nothing but empty again….
….I need these words so I can write
try to find them but there not here,
Tantalizingly out of reach
a glimpse so far so near….
.x.