I have no words.
They have dried up.
The somethings inside me
are Nothing
that can find a way out
through my throat
or through my fingers.
I have no words.
My fullness is empty
feeling, knowing, being...
I am replete with nothings,
living sounds and sights
with no place to go,
plumbing backed up
I have no words.
All that's left are tears,
and they are drying too.
The well that births
the words and tears
is poisoned, dank,
and drying up.
© 2014
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