Please check out this super patient blogger, Tony Roberts, who does indeed have a way with words.
Written by Tony Roberts and Hastywords
I keep tripping over words
Scattered upon the floor
Words left screaming
As you walked out the door
You kept on walking. Walking.
I was left with a mess of scattered words.
Screaming silently into the night.
Broken lines of conveyance
Strung like paper streamers
Litter my entire atmosphere
Begging me to listen, to understand
But how can I understand what I can’t accept?
How can I purify my polluted world?
What am I to make of pointless paper?
Who will mend what is broken?
With a pen emptied of all its ink
I set every single page on fire
I will let the wind carry the ashes
Silencing your phantom voice, forevermore.