i have an innate love
for words
because as silly
or obscure
there is always one
perfect word
for a moment

i try to
collect them
store them away
use them
incorrectly on purpose
or through staggering ignorance
i will never say

the right word
at the right time
it is like
a gong sounding off
in my head

i found the word
that describes
my broken psyche
my deep depression
one that sums up
my absolute existence
of crippling ache

i am lugubrious
it sounds exactly
as i feel
without hope of escape

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