Digital Diary

These words 

Have worn thin 

They’ve become dull 

Too light 

To make a sound 

They refuse to bend

Refuse to stretch 

They don’t string together right 

Won’t knot themselves into meaning 

What if

This language 

Doesn’t carry enough

Letters 

To spell out what’s under my skin 

These words 

They stay clotted in me 

They flood my lungs 

Expand under my ribs 

But are left 

Begging to be 

Released

But

Never 

Spelled