What I Want ‘But’

I want to write.

But there is nothing to say.

I want to speak.

But there are no words.

I want to dance.

But there is no music.

I want to drive.

But there is no where to go.

I want to sing.

But there is no song.

I want to cry.

But there are no tears.

I want to pour out my soul.

But there is no well.

I want to shout.

But there is no volume.

I want to dream.

But there is nothing to dream about.

I hope for a better tomorrow.

Because there is always hope.

July 12, 1993

Taken from a collection I’ve entitled ‘The Destruction of Me’. Started in the 8th grade through college. Not a published book.