Words are not enough

Words are not enough

No matter how they sound

What patterns they form

The intricacies of meaning

Leading to an understanding

Are still misleading

In their description

Of a feeling

There is too much emotion

Invested in an answer

To stem the disappointment

As an underlying shadow

Bleeds away

The agony of doubt

Lost beneath

An avalanche of explanation

An emptiness

Of unfulfilled potential

The timelessness

Of sorrow

The hollow echo

Of an absence

Weighed down

By a hungry beast

A never sated burden

An overactive hypothalamus

Feeding

An endless fight

With flight

When suffering is a fact

Of life

As much as breathing

Ecstasy is a word

With little reference

To its context

Happiness a fugue state

Of mindful

Mindlessness

When all is done

The world is broken

People are too absorbed

In the belief

We are all born free

To realise

How illogical

An illusion life can be

Its intrusion

So insubstantial,

When a prime construct

As bold as love

Impacts a simple concept

Plainly labelled, pain

Both

So easily

Exceed the parameters

Of a self-inflated ego

To explain