How come I had nothing to say?

What do you say when language has not

Created the words to express this emotion, cannot

Understand the depth of all you feel, will not

Comfort nor explain nor

Ease any pain from your mind, heart, or soul

A scream, all anguish, all pain is all

I can usher from my throat every

Day, night, and always I feel it bubbling

At the back of my mouth

Held behind the confines of my lips.

My heart is a broken sunset

When the sky drips red from all corners

When you know there should be a morning coming

But all that lies ahead is the night.