I’ve been Bereft of words
Straddling fences like sitting on an elephant
Stretched thin by words
Skin taught and quivering
Near breaking
Words spill from me in other circumstance
But facing the page
Blank
Like a white room
Empty of anything but echos
What purpose words when
They are just verse on a page
Can’t be trusted for past transgressions
By people I’m not
Nothing to prove
I’m all out
But they say that too
And sit leering behind false faces
Monsters without honor
No way to prove I’m not them
So I wait
And talk
Knowing all the time
That trust has been broken by so many other people
I’m always too late
By hours
By months
By years
Too late
Pelgris 