I am at a loss
A loss of words
Words that should come out of me
Me that should speak them
But I
In my loss
Still search endlessly
For words that shall define me

We always seek it, yet
We never see its destruction
Destruction that can be positive
Positive, how you ask
Never can destruction be positive
I digress, never mind
They are just words

I am a lover of words
Words embrace me humbly
Softly dancing to mellow tunes of letters
And thus alas this poem has lost its flare
I say again
Never mind
For these are but words

© barbra jolie