Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Words Fail Me

Something’s been bothering me,
for over three weeks now.
See, I know what I mean to say,
but can’t seem to speak now.
At a loss for words my head spins
in perpetual motion returning to source.
From end to beginning,
these thoughts run their course.
They stop where they started,
imprisoned and no further forward.
So I sit here in the silent womb
of a mind that’s become disordered
You sit there bemused, incredulous
at the pained expression of my struggle,
the unwitting cause of my failing
in this fear infested jungle.

Tongue tied and blinded
to the words that will break
this unholy stagnation of thought.
And that step I must take.

© Fergus Martin