Those Words I Couldn’t Say

They accumulate...and acclimate,

Those words I couldn't say.

I thought they'd come much easier,

As night gave way to day.

In darknest night they roll and climb,

They seem to make such sense.

But as the darkness flies away,

They seem so far and dense.

If I had only penned them down,

When once they were so clear.

I know they'd simply jump to life,

Those words I held so dear.

You think you will remember them,

As eyelids sink and fall.

And when the sun comes up again,

They aren't there at all.

Who knows the prose I've left to die,

In barren, sullen lands,

Of thoughts and dreams and memories,

But never to the hand.

Perhaps someday I'll learn and jot

Those fleeting words all down.

And words that I just couldn't say

Won't fade into a frown.

In essence, they're not really real,

Those words I couldn't say.

But I'm only just a writer,

So that's actually okay.