Grasping

July 26, 2009 at 3:17 PM (Uncategorized)


grasp

Things are buried deep in the recesses of my mind,
Feel so much, think too much,
Have so much to say, but I can’t find the words,
Have so much to do, but I can’t find the way,
Reaching out for a hand,
Reaching out for hope,
Trying to grasp what is left,
But my fingers fall short of a touch,
Falling short of substance, of relief
Searching for the right words, but too afraid to speak,
Shudder at the thought of being mute,
Will the madness cease?
Will the right words ever come?
Or will I be silent forever?
Alone in my thoughts…

*Originally written March 27th, 2009

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