Unspoken Words

I stare,

At a blank piece of paper,

Waiting for a muse.

I cry out to Melpomene,

But she is silent.

Her sisters’ frown upon me,

Not a drop of inspiration flows through my veins,

So, I stare 

At my blank canvas,

While my forehead sweats bullets,

My teeth chatter,

My anxiety hangs so think in the air

It is almost tangible.

I try touching pen to paper,

But my hands grow numb,

They shake uncontrollably,

The instrument, once familiar to me

Fails me,

Drops out of my hand,

Leaving me alone, 

Staring 

Through blurred vision,

Tears lacing eyes filled with emotion that refuses to be written 

I try to speak,

Because when all else fails words never fail,

My lips have never failed,

But it like my throat is caught in a vice grip,

My vocal cords refuse to vibrate,

There is a tight seal on my mouth,

And the words just don’t come out.

I fall to my knees,

Defeated.

After a short struggle

Of trying to chock back the sobs,

I hive my tears free reign,

Because my tears are the only form of expression I have left.

I cry,

Till my lungs out of breath,

My shirt is soddened and wet,

Until my body can no longer afford to give up any more liquid.

Laying down,

In an ocean of emotion,

Of words never spoken, 

I am a traumatised soul

Forever broken,

Of less value than a video game token, 

My pain only exists in words that are unspoken.