No words

No words
no freedom
no release.
I can imagine it – almost remember it,
how they used to flow;
tumbling, tripping and spilling from my lips.
Now they stay locked,
hidden on the tip of my tongue.
Like ice-cream they used to swirl,
in a never ending conundrum round my mind,
in obscene sequences and disharmonious streams
of riddled rhymes and nonsensical neurosis.
I want them.
I need them. If only I could grab them
and crack the coded chains that claim my creativity
and the barriers that masque the foggy depths of my imagination.
I know they’ll come back,
like an old friend they’ll never truly leave me.
But for now that’s not enough.
I’m impatient; I crave their indulgence.
I don’t want to stay word blocked forever.
Without them…
There’s no release
no freedom
no words.