What fool in a right mind
would stay up into the wee hours
looking at a keyboard for words
only to find it has no powers,

no prefect timing or rhyming,
no method of describing
the emotions that go unwritten,
to merely send me writhing

in a wet, black, bitter pain
that sticks to my heart and soul
freezing my gaze so deep,
like quicksand that engulfs me whole

but never lets me sleep.