I don’t have words to articulate Seems language holds me a slave Refusing to let me formulate Expressions to explain this need As necessary as the air I breathe This emptiness that leaves me bereft Hollow inside, a victim of theft Forcing me to battle against my will Seeking to satiate a thirst I cannot fill A hunger I can’t explain A void - empty - yet filled with pain And though I try to express To confess It seems that more is less For no matter the number of words I juggle None can pinpoint my inner struggle ‘Cause though as a child this gift they gave The gift of language now holds me a slave A thousand words compose my vocabulary Only a few prove to be explanatory For if masters can’t find words to describe The One who created and gave us all life How then should I even begin to detail The deep, desperate longing that my soul assails I open my mouth to verbalize But the words escape me, far as the skies I mutter, stutter, grum