"Words are most futile..."

Words are most futile when they’re needed most.

Most words are futile always, others – often.

Today all meaning of all words is lost.

They cannot raise a loved one from a coffin.

Today, all senses are devoid of sense.

I don’t believe my nose, my ears, my eyes.

I can’t taste tears. There’s nothing in my hands.

All words are futile. Sentences are lies.

This, in itself, is yet another lie. The clocks

Have stopped. The mirrors are all covered.

And silence comes, and suffocates, and floods.

And there is nothing we can tell each other.