Devoid of Language

There are words to express
the burning in my sockets,
the choking grip in my throat,
the retching sensation deep inside.

There are words to comfort and console
broken hearts tearing, screaming,
shattered souls praying wistfully,
minds mangled in foggy disbelief.

There are words to indicate
the inexpressible feeling of tragedy,
the incomprehensible moment of loss,
the unwavering coaster of emotions.

There are words to lift
spirits ravaged by a war uncontrollable,
eyelids heavy, sodden with grief,
shoulders slunk in submissive defeat.

There are these words.
I know not how to express them,
how to use them to comfort and console,
to indicate things inconceivable,
to lift in times of great need.

But -- I can cry.
I know how to hug.
Listen, I do well.

Today, I need no words.

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