Nothing Can Describe

Nothing can describe
the soreness in my muscles,
the cracking of my bones,
the breaking of my heart,
and the tears of my eyes

Nothing can protect me.
Nothing can save me.
Nothing can heal me.
Nothing can cleanse me.

Nothing can describe
the weakness in my soul,
the screaming of the voices,
the shattering of glass,
the whispers of despair.

Nothing.

-LJ
21 November 2014