Nothing to say

It’s an odd sensation

having nothing to say

A hundred ways of writing it

but nothing at all to say

A strange feeling

that comes each day

Face the crowd to shout it

finding nothing at all to say

The world breaks my windows

and burgles my life

Breaks my heart, slashes my soul

with a villainous knife

It steals my peace

Each day, the feeling comes

Forms, shapes and gestures flay

Ravelled thoughts contort

but don't produce a thing to say