Rambler

It is very late and I felt the need to write something and it probably won't even come out as poetry but here we are.

I have so much to say
Just today.
But cognizance evades me
And I am left only
With the overwhelming feeling
Of a need to start saying
Or writing or something
Just "thankyou" in rows
Repeating into tomorrow
And for as long as I'm able
To form words- unstable
As well they may be,
By the time I can leave.
I want to put things into speech
But I can't seem to reach
The words or even an understanding
Of what it is I'm meant to be saying.
So "sorry" and "thank you" and "goodnight"
Are all that I have. I've lost my fight. 

The End

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