Words racing across my mind
Yet when I pick my pen and stare at the page
There is nothing I can find
Ideas stolen and locked in an iron cage
There is so much to be said, though not a word is spoken
Silence is a constant friend to my tongue which is broken
Chained away from expressing my belief in the form I thought I could
Leading me to wonder if I can or if I even should
Continue to try
Doesn\'t matter if the ink continuously fades away
I will find a way to say what I need to say
Refusing to let these empty words hold me back
Fighting until I gain what I lack
Fingers grown old, withering and fading
Mouth gone dry, tongue shriveling to dust
Brain becomes numb, heart goes cold
All those vigorous words are no longer bold
My worries and fears and doubts
My dreams and hopes and goals
Nothing seems to be coming out
From this waning soul