all we have
are words
and I can’t find
any that fit
or don’t sound
self-serving
what’s left
is silence
maddening
deafening
unbearable
silence
(D. James)
all we have
are words
and I can’t find
any that fit
or don’t sound
self-serving
what’s left
is silence
maddening
deafening
unbearable
silence
(D. James)
Oh, how I hate those moments when words fail me and I stare across at someone wonder if I should just leave the room for an hour or two…well express in these lines.
Dang, again.