Silence.

No words at this point has found me,
I am bound to this imperious silence.
Words I need so dear have not quite befriended me in the way I had hoped.
This silence is ear piercing. deafening almost.
Yet I cannot speak.
No words come into existence in my hollow head,
Yet pain presses against my already fractured mind.
The words cling to my lips and the emptiness webs over my mouth
no one can see this but empty eyes.

I'm pasting this smile against my demeanor,
like icing a cake this expression holds
stickily, sickly sweet, so discreet yet weak,
I'm so full of words like 'I'm fine',
but when it's time for the truth the words come undone,
leaving that hollow essence of failure.
The sadness clinging to your skin like sodden cloth,
My silent tears still hang in the vapour,

Forever more.

In my own confinment, silent pages

scream at me in discomfort.

The ruled lines binding paths,

yet my words are still lost in disarray.

I long for ruled lines to guid me, to show me.

But my paths are empty.

The blank purity of the fresh page haunting me,

for I know that if I could find the words,

the page would become polluted and deffective.

How would my words hang against the emotions of others?

For I am powerless, I will not stain the world.