This is the farthest from what I believe to be even somewhat good. I needed to get it out though and poetry seemed the way to go at the time. I suppose, though, that I could always just put this is a blog instead.. well, I'll think it through.
Get it Right
In words, we breathe
Air to our lungs
Inhaling life, in love
We write, we see
We feel, we know.
Yet I can’t, and won’t
Nor see, nor feel
And in that sense
I cannot breathe.
We lose, we cry
But words cannot
Explain the pain away.
Tempted and taunted
Close to creation
With lips plump
From unspoken words
Though, in truth,
There’s nothing to say.
I let life pass
Through my fingers
Like water, like sand
So why should words
Be any different?
Gone is the voice
That spoke of hope
For this very instant
While I try to get it right.
Still, I was wrong
And words are all that’s left.
