But for words I wouldn’t be here now

But my pencil is blunt and broken

And the words I would have spoken

Have all fallen

Blown away on that first nervous gust

Of inward breath

Hiding and crying the verbs and adjectives

I had once proudly used

Now I stand naked and bereft

Of all that I have practiced and rehearsed

It seems that all that I had won

Is so ready to give up and disperse

 

So now I have nothing left

And the words that were my passport to us are no more

Instead, all that I had written in my head has withered

So, I must walk away

And us becomes you and somebody else

That’s the way the world goes

It could all have been different

But for words