why
why
why
have i suddenly forgotten how to speak
why
why
why
don't words flow from my lips
like silk and daydreams
like they used to
why can't my writing be alive again
instead of dead on the ground
i used to have the words for everything
i used to write beautiful things
inspired poems
soulful memoirs that made their readers
cry
i used to bleed my soul to paper
and my heart to ink
but now
nothing sounds right
nothing sounds true
nothing is what i mean it to be
so why can't i just go
back
(i wish i wish i wish i could find some words but they're missing, missing gone and stolen though i want them so badly to say the things that will finally quiet my brain as i am burning up)
-rel
