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.

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