What to Do

What do we do when words seem to lose meaning?

When even the greatest depths of emotion seem lost, when the syllables have been wasted?

When the very meter uttered, resolves itself, morphs, into arduous tones of bitter spite?

It takes not but seconds to become plagued with meaningless words.

And in that we find no redemption in the conversation.

All other words seem like they aren’t worth uttering.

And yet, there is no one word that I would like to produce that would mend the brokenness of my own creation.

What can we do when there is nothing left to say?

I do not require syllables to turn the picturesque madness to unrequited wit.

Nor do I inhibit the other from stating what they might find to mend our bonds.

But there is no more meaning behind the phrases we utter because there are no words we can use to mend what has been already broken.

There are no directions, manuals nor recipes to follow in this concoction of half made words.

The weaver has left her loom, the mechanic has left his shop, and the baker has left the pastry uncooked.

So we stare into the darkness of the unknown, where adjectives, explicatives and feeling float freely in time.

And when we reach out into that vast expanse of nothing, filled yet with everything, we can feel nothing but the strange feeling of nothing.

The air of language squeezes through our fingers, and teases our tongues with explanation.

But the meaning is lost.

And we haven’t the chance to grab it back, to pull it into our ever growing shore and torture it until we might feel again.

But it escapes once more.

And we haven’t an idea of where to go from here.

The map is gone.

And with it, our feeling.

And what I ask you is simply,

What do we do?