I have the words,
but I dare not speak them;
not sure my tongue could sound them out.
I have the strings,
but I cannot play them;
out of tune and out of touch.
I’m afraid that the beat is shaking,
as my heart trembles in my chest;
suffering erratic palpitations,
this is why I’m not keeping step.
In time
with the rhythms of life.
I once had a voice
and I thought I could sing
like an angel.
So clear and soulful,
that I never left a doubt.
But then my breath caught
in my throat
and I lost the song.
I never found the notes again
to let it all out.
So now I’m trapped inside.
a man without a language
is a suicide.
Complicating matters,
is my love and I
are separated
and I know,
if I could sing her name
she would find her way
home.
I have every note
on the tip of my tongue,
but that’s as far as they’ll go.
Oh, my forsaken soul,
why would you curse me so?
I used to rise with the Sun
and sing like an angel.
I guess it’s my only excuse.
Fear is my only death.
I am alive within,
but nothing gets past my lips.
I guess it’s never going to end.
I open my mouth one last time,
letting my soul escape
and out comes her name,
far too late,
but at least
she hears it;
holding strong,
like a angel.
HG – 2017
