Void...

As much as I try to let it out.
I can never see what I'm about.
Pain's still screaming,though I'm on mute,
and I've yet to see my "effort's" fruit.
I still struggle for words I won't find.
Torturing myself to describe my own mind.
How can I describe what always changes?
Hopelessly noting what rearranges.
A frustrated writer, straining for words.
Slowing my thoughts, leave flying to the birds.
Repeating adjectives that fail to explain.
My endless obsessing must be in vain.
Scanning emotions that refuse to reveal.
Whether or not they're what I feel.
Unable to think when I think too much.
Try to decifer what won't stay in touch.
Dissecting myself with too much distraction.
Hoplessly seeking some form of reaction.
and tripping on my misguided tongue.
This stressful task is never done.
I'll try to end the thoughts in my mind.
Numbing my stress and wasting more time.
Driving me mad with my endless endeavor.
and refusing to let myself off with surrendor.