Words fail me every day because a picture is so much more telling.
I’m afraid that I can’t see beauty anymore.
I paint the world black.
No word will I take back.
It belongs in the trash;
The picture just got smashed.
So show me something better;
Words that feast my eyes.
Closure softly erasing all the numb pain.
Hardly a pretty picture all the same.
I’ve thought of some words for you,
because of the thousands only several matter.
They constantly burn my mind.
In the quest to find letters to deliver
they but always escape into the dream
and wash into a picture,
Whenever I think of you.