words get trapped
inside my mind
buzzing like dying flies.
So much to say,
trapped into a contradiction,
of not having the right words to say.
unable to give myself permission,
to open my lips, and let something buzz
past, in a fluttering way
saying the very first wrong thing
that slides from my mouth,
concave, sloppy,a half-slouch grin
as i try, yet again to find the words,
to comfort someone.
I do so badly….in my unkempt way.
So many possibilities,
of what i could try to say,
yet I am most famous for
saying the one most