Without Words
Lost, I can't find me
Lost in the weeds
Lost without words
There on the ocean's floor
Still with only the under
Current to move me sullen
And weak as a humming bird
Without its song
With many cares stuffed
Deep into every pocket I'm
Crying lame and barely a brain
This is the worse it's ever been
Words escape me.
Pen in hand and there
The ink has frozen.
What worse can happen?
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