Jan 14
1 min read
There Are No Words
The incapacity of language
There are no words,
So I talk around it.
Never getting to the point,
Always wondering what to say,
Anxious in various ways.
But I’m here, for now.
Alive and kicking.
Lashing out, ripe for the picking.
Picked already.
Self-selected, no words, forced to understand.
© Larry G. Maguire 2022
