Sometimes I wonder, on days

Such as this, if perhaps I fight

Too hard against the very things

That beat me down, human things

That nonetheless eludes my attempts

To articulate, speech a means of poor

Interpretation, inadequate verbal link

As to how I feel somehow lost in

Translation, my words crossing the

Distance between mouth and ear

Mere shadows of what they were

Meant to convey, isolated fragments

Lending its pieces to the puzzled looks

Across the very faces of those I wanted

Most to understand, sometimes made

Harder by my own reluctance to reach

A little further within myself, because

I know some things can never be said

No matter how heavy the burden of

My hearts confinement, camouflaged

As small talk, with I love you hidden

Underneath, forming silent tears that

Fall unseen from a down-turned face

Long after she has left the room…

END

“Sometimes”