MY WORDS ARE DYING INSIDE

my words are dying inside..
each syllable cries..
with fire in their eyes.
no longer able to speak..
see..
or hear..
the praises..
or their own beauty..
was unmasked by pain..
patterns were ripped up..
each fiber was unraveled...
with stitchings of webs...
and anger.
dark cynical humor..
discounted comedic..
stand ups..
that were performed..
on bright stages..
for the world..
to witness..
each layer..
of skin..
was peeled back..
by broken..
cracked promises..
that felt feeling no remorse..
for their contributions..
to the woeful plights..
of each scribing..
scribbled..
on each line.

i examine the meanings..
the descriptions..
the purpose..
behind..their prose..
just to find something..
disheartening..
within..the confinements..
of decomposed walls..
and broken souls.
no longer emotional..
just numb and transculent..
with thorns..
that tightly wrapped...
around..
it's body..
each curve..
each point...
the strength..
that's now weakening..
pronunciations..distorted..
dialogue..contorted..
and imagery stained.


once upon a time..
they roamed free...
shameless...
worn with an unbreakable...
shield..
infused with an alluring..mist..
that blossomed..eloquently..
into thunderous..
passion.
effortlessly..they fought the toughest storms..
under torn umbrellas..
able to fill in the blanks...
where empty spaces..lie
and where hearts remained lit..
with soothing traces..
of love..
and admiration..
but sadly enough...
crawling upon..
deaths door..
were my words...
that breathe..
no more


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