Words well up inside
Not a vent to let them out
Some a joyous mood and rest some despair
But the vents are clogged
And some blocked, jammed or damaged
Where do these words go now?
This world seems seemingly impossible
Whence at times absorption is all it does
But now it doesn’t even adsorb
Some define the lives we live
Some others just pass by
They say us to multiply and divide
Our happiness and grieves
How does one do that
When there is no voice to speak?
For all the signs and signals
Do not always speak the words
That which the eyes do
Going away seems the best idea
But where to go is the trouble
In the midst of a great crowd
Yet walking so alone