How Long?
If I could put in words,
the things that I am feeling,
I would do it now, and quickly.
But the thoughts they do not come,
and lost for words I am.
Not knowing what I feel, exactly,
and no way to express it,
I think I love, but I also cry.
I'm frustrated, upset, and lonely.
Writing may soothe my sorrow,
but only for a while.
For once my meaning leaves,
I have no more inside.
I wish I could express what I need,
and in that expression find my missing piece,
but I fear it will not come,
or the piece, it will not fit.
I sigh, knowing I have no more to say.
Ah, how long will words fail me?
How long till I can speak?
-Miostiek, 1/23/97