EMOtions

There is sorrow
In this song, there are too many words
I listen, but do not hear
A rythym of sounds,
A rush of vowels
Just phonemes, broken up by the heartbreak of the writer
Who sat weeping as she tried to relate her heart,
Tried to write the emotions of a dark dark world,
We strive to be heard
But forget our words.
Emotions are left,
Frazzled, dried in the bare sun.
Crisp edges, hardened and brittle,
A confusion of effortlessness.
Hard, harsh, going going gone.
The poet who desired to do nothing less
Than give his love one final farewell
By way of ink and paper and his mind working into overdrive.
Overdrive, overdrive, overdrive-
He strived to serve
But became the auderve.
Let me weep and come to terms with
My feminity.