The things in my head; they want out.
I try to write of them; words fail me. There are no words that could adequately describe.
I try to paint them; my brush falls dead by my side. Nothing.
I try to show them; my hands flutter uselessly, my face never sure of what expression to make.
I try to play them out with music; I am deaf, unable to force the notes to hold meaning.
I try to speak of them; I am dumb, my voice faltering each time my lips part.
And so I sit in frustrated silence.
And wait for it to fade away.