I sit in vain
thumbing thesaurus for words that fit
Like square pegs in round holes,
the pain lays beneath a surface, unbreakable even to me.
Descriptive words to convey,
the journey of a heart fumbled by three fingered hands,
and how with each rotation of the sun and self,
melancholy grows razor teeth.
Tearing at me with veracious appetite
vexation causes bodily spasms,
frustrated at the ink dried in my pen,
I scream at my minds retentiveness.
Praying for the dam to break,
ease the pressure that builds within,
dump the boiler before I self combust,
normality falls around my ears like glass rain.
The crashing sound of broken memories,
reverberating from every corner in this self made prison,
the dark hole where grey so quickly faded to black,
so dark and cold the light from even soft words is painful.
Leave me now in my damp anguish
embitterment has taken the green from my eyes,
replaced with stone, never again to weep
my delicate touch claws at the mere mention of you.
Withered heart,
a distorted smile,
and death,
where love once lived.
Adding your comment:
I do think it is commendable that you willingly admitted the reasons for you chosing that as your weakest... BRAVO! 
All of your entries have been a pleasure to read, each one showing depth of emotion and superb imagery.
It is indeed a memorable contest to both partake in and judge.
