“Four Letters”

Four simple letters...that’s it’s. One little word that carries so much weight, meaning, connectivity...and it’s trapped in my throat. Hardwired to my larynx. Unable to be spoken and felt the same way it once was.

I don’t speak it because I know it will make no difference, be felt, received or even be wanted by the only one I want to speak it to. I know this for certain. Time is up, no more coming back & making things as they once were. That ship has sailed with lead sails and a paper anchor.

Squandered, time and time again. These are the facts. Chance after chance given up and for what? To show it could be done? For the sake of “don’t doubt me”? Whatever the viewpoint it boils down to this: that word stays locked away and useless now, held imprisoned because it’s target, it’s only savior of its meaning has gone.

I feel nothing for myself. I simply write it and make it one less thing to pull me under the waves of discontent down toward the endless bottom of the lonesome seas.