I tried to write a paragraph without a single pause
But every time I moved my hand the end was all I saw
And how would people understand what led to my demise
If I could not explain myself enough to recognize
Forgive me this - my lack of words, I must've just presumed
That anyone who knew me well would read between and through
It seems my haste in getting where I thought I'd never be
Has taken me precisely there and now I disagree
The spaces on the paper wait in hopes that I return
My mumbling is louder now, I still cannot discern
The lashes on my skin are matched with those upon my lids
I haven't written anything if you are reading this