If only I could speak
The words which reverberate
In secret recesses of my mind,
The poetic phrases
That my lips cannot form
The smooth sentences that
Hide behind this silent face,
Saying so much
Echoing so loudly
Over and over in my thoughts,
Yet, which must remain unheard
Only existing within this
Disordered brain which
Knows not how to speak,
And as insensitive ink upon
These pages of poetry.