a loss of words:
usually it does not come easy,
writing a script to a private performance
hidden for your eyes only.

eyes are the enemy,
one look and guilt overcomes you,
engulfing you into a swarm of
regret
doubt
emotion.

words escaping you
attached to a kite,
flying further      and further
      and        further away.

stumbling over your voice,
tripping over your tongue.
yourwordsruntogether,
they  don't  mesh  at  all.

the finale,
               the closing scene.
                                 the credits start rolling,
and you're out of time.