There Are Times
There are times I feel like
A dam behind which
Words and emotions pile up;
A jumble that wants to
Break out, but cannot find
Egress. They churn and they
Boil behind my eyes, my
Tongue burdened down by
The weight of all I want
To say, but cannot, wondering,
"Where is my muse? Why can't
I say what I want to say
When I want to say it?"
So I stand there, knowing
The frustration of being
A bard without words,
Lacking poise and elegance,
Failing to give voice
To the words I fear
May not be in me after all.
A dam behind which
Words and emotions pile up;
A jumble that wants to
Break out, but cannot find
Egress. They churn and they
Boil behind my eyes, my
Tongue burdened down by
The weight of all I want
To say, but cannot, wondering,
"Where is my muse? Why can't
I say what I want to say
When I want to say it?"
So I stand there, knowing
The frustration of being
A bard without words,
Lacking poise and elegance,
Failing to give voice
To the words I fear
May not be in me after all.