As I write this, I am unsure of what is next
or the next to the next
or what would fill in the blank pages
or what would calm down my inner rages          

They say, “We all write to express.”
but what if my pen refuses to?
I  try to talk but my mouth closes
excluding myself, who else to woo?              

I drown myself in a plethora of words
but none of them seems to match what I feel
My futile musings, nothing could nurse
I swear to all gods, nothing feels worse!