I have nothing to give you

I cannot meet your demand for me to spill out

words that long died in me

I cannot dig up old graves in me and bring words

back to life

I am not capable of resurrection.

I have nothing to give you

I cannot paint you portraits of your pain

with words as the instruments

I am not capable of pain and making art

I have nothing to give you

i cannot love you from torn up affections

I cannot make you feel warmth of love

I am not capable of finding that which is lost in me.

my words have fell into graves

my words no longer make art

my words have no warmth of love

as I cannot give from a broken heart.