Lost Words

I feel like a poppy in a field of hogweed My sentences have run dry I am rudderless in the wilderness I lack a welter of letters unassigned to the wherewithal I am lost in a cave unfree to ply my words The storm clouds jettison their foray Speechless I gain no semblance as the autre bards attack me walking in no one's land slow to trust in myself the world should awaken with an uninhibited din