Do you have time on your hands
Or only on your wrist

Free is the illusion
A sleight of hand a twist
Of the tongue
The bending of my own words

My words no longer say what I
Want them to mean
They form
Seemingly unseen
Inside my mind and flow
Seemingly unheard
On deaf ears

My words are softer
When they aren't heard
Like the touch of skin
Once burned

I never know what to say
Silence isn't an option
It feels more awkward that way