I think that if I don't do it
I may go mad with it.

this word I have is dying
sitting in my hands
its breaking.

the world I meant for it
has gone to pieces. what
I know of love, has lost
all footing.

my hope has lost its light.
my heart is losing color.

I have words that are dying.
because they have no home
and I have deceived them
because they are not loved
and I cannot write them.