The words I want to say

have been said so many times and ways

by people far more eloquent and literate

(and people far less also)

That fact keeps coming up in the back of my head

every time I set back down

once again to try and fight the language

and arrange those expressions

to match what I keep thinking and feeling

because I know the words are there

but nothing ever feels quite right

The stars just don’t align

with the tongue in my head

or these fingertips

Words always seem to fail me

when I need them most

they flow free most inopportunely

and leave me stumbling, alone

with nothing to hold onto

but deep thoughts and good intentions

So here I am again

pleading to whatever muse

would grant me pity and mercy enough

to finally win this struggle

and grant me the words

to say what I mean to

at the right time and place

to finally get what I want more than anything