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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