...

Time is not the issue
the issure is underlying
our friendship
and s l o w l y
seeping out through the cracks
of my expressions and actions.

Sulking around
thinking
dissecting the problems
that are only in my mind.
I feel like all I do is wrong
and all I want to do
is do right.

It seems
i can no longer find my words
silenced by my own thought
where they are left
running rampant in my mind.

Why can't I speak my mind?

Especially
when I need to the most.
A writers block for  an author
a broken arm for an athlete
A mental laryngitis
overwhelming my throat

I am afraid
however
that this is all going to spill out
when its waters reach the tops of the flood barriers
flowing out from not only my mouth
but my eyes as well,