Unwritten Words

My notebooks are filled
with unfinished poems,
my desktop littered with files
of unwritten words,
my journals puzzled
by unraveled phrases,
because I have 
lost the language
that speaks to what I want to express.

'I am speechless' -
a saying
that says it all
but does not reflect the reflections that ramble on
in my babbling brain,
and scream to escape
but cannot cry themselves out
of this 
carefully constructed out-of-control controlled crafted chaotic cleansing...

I am calm,
and overwhelmed.

There are no words -
it is not my place to speak,
or is it?
If it is, 
what do I say?
I scream in silence.

Regardless,
it sounds like 
no one is listening anyway...

Only more cries,
and explosions.

Jerusalem...

...?

... x