Wordless Thoughts

i search and search to find the words.
a way no one's ever seen and no one's ever heard.
my pen is ready and my thoughts are straight.
no words are coming. this is the part i hate.

sometimes words just fall right out of my hand.
first in my mind, then on the paper they land.
my mind is loaded with things to share.
i'm not quite sure why this paper is bare.

i think about him, them, us and you.
i think about the things i know i need to do.
i think about how my life has changed.
maybe better. maybe worse. it's just not the same.

i have a million poems yet to be expressed.
so what if one's a flop. no reason to get depressed.
i promise next time i'll try to be more witty.
if i don't, then oh well. what a shame. what a pitty.