Some Words That Never Were.

My eyes, too tired to see much more

than dim light,

bright white,

black type.

It's one of those nights.

The words all

built up,

pushing at,

baring down on

my mind,

my hands.

We don't write because

we have no time.

We have no time,

we have

no

life,

outside the framework of

an education, of

a work force.

It's all too bad. All to

sad and lonely to be

another person in the world

with some words.

Some words

that are too stuck,

too busy,

will never ever be.

And will stay

pushed back,

held down,

tied up along

with the words that

never

were.