The Rest Is Silence

[kryptonitemonkey]

How does one say the words that won't come out,
those words to the world you want to shout?
Boiling beneath and about my frantic mind now,
they scramble for an escape but don't know how.
Like the blazing sun they scorch inside me,
driving my calm, my quiet, my very sanity.
Yet still they haunt my brain and will not leave,
though I wish so that into speaking I could weave,
those words that will not stop from coming,
from their feverish and nonstop maddened humming.
Why can I not find the way to simply speak,
and in those moments stop being so very weak?
Speak for me though mouth of mine so clear,
speak those words both harsh and so dear.