At A Loss For Words

I am overwhelmed and the words dry up while only seas gush out and every time I open my mouth guttural wails fly forth like albatross around my neck as I frantically search for any flat surface like I normally would the toilet because a sickening melee of thoughts ideas and withering moments flowing freely at any second escaping with no cork that fits on my fingertips probing for the perfect canvas to unleash this awesome tapestry of color sounds grief rage depth and sound when urgency overcomes the steady emptying flow like a siphon taking every last drop the choking feeling finally ends letting my chords reverberate normally not just screeching at the top of my lungs to alleviate this insanity the unbelief this could happen to me to anyone this inhumanity not a single one I would wish this upon not the ones who enacted it on me that's how it perpetuates this evil in society the hatred growing deeper while the perpetrators get to roam free and clear pretending to be the injured fare limping along on a donated spare till they blow the other three and leave the whole dirty wagon in the middle of the thoroughfare burning the evidence of their existence humming the tune to you are my sunshine with out a care in the world as they disappear out of sight between the bus yard and old mill pond out of sight out of mind if I convince myself they were never truly there then goodbye cruel world I wasn't either

K. B. Silver