Words Have Failed Me Poem by Aaron Priestly

Where are the words to save me?
I find dust in the ink pot; ulcers in the mouth,
But life had promised so much more.
I look to the words of others and find...
Nothing,
Just words; the debris
Of failed lives that pertain to knowledge,
But spell out ordinary -
that dreaded fate.

Where are the words to restore
That boy to his boat with wind in sail?
I doubt I ever knew him;
Looking back in the mirror that day.
‘Don't lose yourself' they cry...
Then throw the last stone as you whimper,
With your head in the toilet -
A bowl of sickness garnished by tears.

Where are the words to end it all?
Maybe, if I just keep writing...