Communication Breakdown
It happens all at once.
Memories and thoughts flood my mind.
I'm saying something.
What am I trying to say?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I'm digging my own grave.
Falling into an abyss
Of my own woes.
There I go.
Without a compass
Or sense of direction.
I don't know if I mean what I say,
Or what I mean to say.
So consumed by my thoughts,
I don't know what is,
And what isn't.
You stare in disapproval.
Mock me with a sarcastic tongue.
As a writer
I should know what to say,
But I don't.
My writing is thought out.
It takes hours for me to get it right
And convey my message.
When I speak
I fumble,
And it all comes crashing down.
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