I can think some portions of the image,
But the words don't exist,
This fear that can't be said.
How the thought can freeze the body,
And not the body the thought.
And any communication describes nothing.
I can say some things that I think,
But others make me mute.
This barrier in my head,
Even I can't cross.
It is like painting a face a single shade of pink.
Like drawing a diamond without any of its facets.
How shall I be understood,
This language lets no definition.
How get the point across?
Too much truth is lost for recognition.