I'm attempting to not to be a *****
But good lord!
Where would one
Begin with that ****?
Who gets to define
The benign
What turns into
The reviled ?
And how would you deal with it?

There are many occurrences
that there exist no words for.
They bludgeon and defy describing.  
Wandering, unexplained feelings,.  
and their plaguing dealings with your thoughts.  
They find crevices in my wordless voids.
Where I am still hunted and haunted
by the words unheard.  
Unformed.  
If there is no actual word was the feeling even born.
Things fall deeper than the final depth of the heart.
An explanation is bone barren,  
than my emptiest cartilage caverns.
When a hawk circles, there exist no birds.
It's ok, if when you are raw and exposed
there exist no words.