Speak

Words hanging on thee tip of flesh
Words I can’t say
What is the point in a question?
Or in asking it?
If you already know the answer
Speaking, I find it hard
To allow them to leave my mouth
I do not know how to say things.
Words to people
Expressing basic emotions
The effort of putting sentences together
On paper they flow like a river
Filled with cliches and similes
But when they are spoken words
They become jumbled
And hard to form
A tongue made of iron and steel
A muscle refusing to obey its master
Short circuit between the mind
And the words cannot come forth
To say something
And do that another
To learn to speak
To learn to say words
Speak your mind
(To follow a cliche)
More words I cannot say
Seems like such a simple thing
Speaking, talking, verbalizing
Yet it cannot be done
I cannot speak
I do not want to speak
Because words have a tendency
To scare people away
But wordless thoughts
To keep people closer
Even if there is a distance
Distance is better than
Complete emptiness



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