Dum dum da da dum dum

 

Seclusion is a garb that fits me well.

Silence speaks louder than the words I mispell.

Articulation is an art that's clearly beyond me.

I open my mouth and the words begin to taunt me.

I throw them up on a screen and they look so unreal.

Like they're borrowed from a page,

not the way I feel.

So they stay stranded on this vast, undead shore.

Half-buried sculptures and sandcastles galore.

But the waves will crash and they shall soon pass

In the end, a blank page is the only legacy that truly lasts.