My words tumble and churn in my mind,

Echoing and bouncing,

Bubbling up until they explode into voice.

Yet with all the desperation my words have as they try to escape my lips,

They never seem to make it.

I stumble over the words,

Erasing and scratching out and cutting off,

Stuttering and deleting and backtracking.

My words catch in my throat,

Lingering until I choke,

Until it is all I can do to keep breathing.

And just like that,

Along with the breath they stole,

My words die.

So many things left unspoken,

Simply because the world is not big enough for both me and my words.