Lost

Words seem to escape me,
somewhere lost in a space that is
crowded
and tired.
Frozen organically between
now and yesterday.

It doesn't matter how tightly my eyes
rest on top of one another,
they alone trying to remember
when speaking was natural
and easy.
When the ability to articulate
flowed through the crack of my lips
like water from a faucet.

But now
Nothing.
No similes
or anecdotes
or clever tricks.
No word play.
No truths.

Just an unexplainable emptiness,
an uneasiness.
A sort of fear
of not being able to express myself.

Perhaps this lost means
it's time to stop being heard
and to start
listening...