What A Shame Not To Be Well Read

My struggle with writing; my writing comes out being obscure writing and a bunch of noise.

What a shame not to be well read,

with so much now unsaid

of thoughts keen and present for so long

in delay to that most urgent,crying moment,

a moment life consice and exact

remain mute in obscurity.

So much as an utter

some emotional inflection

would do me justice as my environment has not

but left me to my own

too late spoken realizations,

mute and lagging

chasing my ability,

caught in between most often

my forethought and breathless words,

unspoken truths not manifest but void space

of my mind's creations, fail to transcend.