My Scream Into the Void

Loss of Words

I don't get it.
I've always been the author, the poet, the smart mouth, the wordsmith.
I've always had an answer, a comeback, a remark of some kind.
But there's something about you that changes everything. Where I used to have words, I now have emptiness. Where I used to have thoughts, I now have nothing.
My wealth of a vocabulary has been robbed in your presence and I feel powerless and naked and ashamed.
You talk circles around me like I am but a child without grasp of concepts or the more complex ways of language.
I have nothing to say and I fear.
I fear my loss of reason.
I fear my loss of words.