My Words Die In My Fingers

My feelings won’t come out to be shared tonight
They are somehow beyond my ability to capture in words
Yesterday I wrote like a demon was in my soul
But the demon has left me and there is no angel to take its place
So the words remain in my soul
Burning and churning and demanding to be brought forth
They will stay where they are for now it seems
While I drink soda and lime and wish for a clever sentence
Instead I got once upon a time and it was a dark and stormy night
As the night went by quickly
My bed will not be comfortable tonight
With all these words in my head
But dying in my fingers