Words

I want to say so many things but words fail me,

It’s like silence has overcome the fountain inside,

Where words once ran unbridled and free,

Nothingness was enamoured by me and decided to reside.

I want to say many things but words escape so easily,

I want to shout but I no longer know how,

Being outspoken was once part of my entity,

It seems so foreign now

I want to scream about the heart rending things happening today,

The way love died a cold death when the world was led astray,

How justice melted in fear when courage was whisked away,

To the guillotine, leaving behind a world drenched in disarray,

I want to express myself in this poem so vague,

I want to say so much yet fumble so miserably,

Maybe I stop here before I am carted off to Hague,

To answer for crimes against honesty. And Poetry... 

I want to call you and tell you I miss you

Write on your wall or send you a tweet or twenty,

But then I shall come off as a stalker, unstable too,

And I’m not ready for my head to have a bounty.

I want to see you, I really do,

Tell you how much you complete my mental pictures plenty,

But the few words I can garner sound untrue,

It’s like the soul of my truth is bound in antiquity

Because you are no longer here,
And everyday your memory dissipates,
You are a shadow untouched by fear,
A mirage for who my frail heart "palpitates"
I could cry and drown the earth,
But it would never bring you back,
I want to revel and bask in all the mirth,
You showered upon me before you were swept away by that gruesome attack