how do I compare a thought that isn't there
an absence of words
something so absurd
yet profound
I dig deeper down
only to find a lack of sound
lack of how or why
this fleeting feeling is thin as smoke
I grasp for it with clenched fingers
further away it floats on by
eluding me it
lingers
further away this hope
I'm searching for
casts me out to sea a hundred times more
until my last and final breath
I'll keep swimming towards the shore
pushing forward until I return to the source and
soul departs
rips a part
the hardest part is
trying to describe
an empty
aching hollowness from syllables that once died
somewhere between barriers
brain
and tongue
graveyards of songs that will remain only a hum
unravel this winding web
I'm alone in my head again