Useless Drama

So many words are swirling
like leaves in a dust devil
I reach and grab
and pull forth only fragments

I want to say
what I want to say
with a coherence
that even the deaf can hear
but this useless drama
is all that comes

I know what you want to hear
It's what I need to tell
but my clever-speak
has tied my tongue
to a busted axle
only my thoughts turn

We always know
what we should have said
but I wonder
does it really makes a difference
once a thought is exposed to light
it only grows in the face of denial