All the Words in the world

I swear I try to write poetry
And write new lines
But its just a collage of stuff I've read
No artist resides in my head
Just a Jar-Jar fumbling wildly at the Planet sized controls.

Yet for all my self-loathing
And endless writing
Nobody reads it
The narration in my mind and heart.

So like a cloak of crows
The world caws and cries and laughs around me
A mirrored kink in the armour
Only reminds me of the bitter-sweet
joyous horror within.

So no stanzas today
Can say what I want to say
Already the letters babble too much,
And all the Words in the world cannot say enough
But a few from someone else can.