So many thoughts I can’t fathom,
So many feelings I can’t put into words,
Bottled emotions I can’t pour,
Onto a page of poetry.

Yet here we are spewing out syllables,
Vomiting words we don’t mean,
Mumbling phrases we don’t understand,
Just to fill the void that has grown between us,
The space between a pair of parentheses.

Afraid of running out of things to say,
We make up truths,
Weave pretty lies,
And hold them within,
Our brackets of babel.