Quicksand

Your words drop into my ears

One 

By

One

Like in quicksand,

Sink in the silence

Of my own lack of words.

I don't know what else to say,

I've run out of options

I've become creatively numb.

If only I had a word

That could fit into your needs

And fill in your craving for answers

Which can't be found

In the depths of your own

Quicksand...