Broken words fall from lips cracked with disuse

A cacophony of disjointed noise and sounds

Disconnected from the essays streaming through my mind

 

My soul screams to be heard

Desperation pouring from my eyes

Salty rivers of overwhelming frustration

 

Limbs lash out in wild swings

A tornado of communication

Twisted into nothingness

 

This too small mouth with teeth too big

Clunks through shattered syllables

Lifetimes pass between each forced vocalization

 

I piece together meaning from the fragile shards

That dance in the light that grows and reflects

Through their sharp edges and surfaces like mirrors

 

Though I sit with those I love the most

I feel alone.

Trapped inside a body I can’t control

 

My mind casts meaning into the world

Desperately wishing that someone will find

The message in a bottle, floating upon their shore

 

Frustration fills me to breaking

Why! Can’t! I! Just! Be!

Heard

 

Words are the lifeblood that pumps through these veins

Words weave to form the tapestry of my world

Yet, in times of need, my words abandon me.

 

What a cruel twist of fate, a great joke of the universe

That I, the author and orator,

the one who adorned my body with the scrawlings of my soul,

That my words and I should engage in this star-crossed love