Sometimes I feel a distance
that I cannot overcome,
and inspite of my persistance
its grip will not succumb.
It grips me and it mangles
all the things I want to say
and my words it coldly strangles,
leaving me in disarray.
Leave me now, oh speechless anguish,
oh great distance without form;
do not cause me here to languish
in this restless heaving storm.