Sometimes I have no words to explain anything to anyone especially me.

Sometimes every word disappears
I can see them marching off a suicidal cliff everyone dropping to its death.

Sometimes this world carries a silence so thick the words just scramble away like little kids in a field of rye with nobody to protect them.

There is a place inside beyond the scribbling dilly dally dance of my pen that the heart just gets too tired to try to ride.

No more words sliding through the rye.

I have been defeated in a thick, steep silence

my legs dragging logs in unknown territory.

I have been smashed through walls trying to deem it worthy.

I hung on with less than a thread for a right expression.

My fingers clutching air
my eyes burrowed in
my thoughts scraped clean
my words all dead
but why do I come back here?

I must love this game.

This battle to try and save the heart from dying in the quicksand of a silence so great that only tears would hit the pages if no words were there to build me.