Not a Poet Poem, by RefugeInRain, at My poetic side

There's so many things I want to say,

to keep you alive and here with me.

But thoughts and speeches come up blank.

No way to express.

No way to save.

The only words that consume my brain,

are "sorry, I wish I could ease your pain".

But what good are they?

How can I love you,

and not know what to say?

Though it's not poetic,

and there's so much more to say,

I find it's still important to tell you;

I truly am sorrowful,

and wish I could ease your pain.

Not a Poet