Opaque Poem by Tori Beals

Do my eloquence you trust?
Because I know I don't
I know what I want to say
and I just know it won't
what I see and feel
it won't follow along
it just does what it wants
and writes its own new song
the words I want to say
they just don't measure up
to what my eloquence wants
it just tells me to shut up
it may be hard to comprehend
the thought of how I think
how I can just stare into space
and never even blink
that's when I'm fighting with myself
on what I'm going to say
I want to say what I feel
but my eloquence wants its way
I'll want to say some metaphor
only I can understand
something so esoteric
you'll need a translator at hand
the way it works in my head
is a picture for everything
you say something about marriage
and I see a bell ring
in my head the only sound
is that of my voice
all I can do is feel a sound
I don't have any choice
in my head a teacher's voice
feels just like sweet birdsong
but when I put my pen to paper
my eloquence won't get along
it tells me that the words I want
just won't make any sense
then it jumbles all my words
to work out all the dents