My words used to flow from me
Like the sad, heavy raindrops
From the darkest if grey clouds.
My words used to have meaning,
Enough to stand beside the Oxford Dictionary.
Now,
Well now
My words stay in a box
Locked in a cage.
My words are unbeknownst to meaning
Like a newborn to sunlight.
Oh where did you go,
Tools in which my thoughts conveyed?