The Words I Want to Say

The words I want to say
are lost.
The things I want to do
are forgotten.
I carry too much.
I long to release it.
Sometimes
I feel like screaming
but I don't.
I live for
those moments of peace,
of forgetting.
I live for the times
everything is all right.
Those stolen moments
of peace
that make the rest
bearable.
Everything's
all
right,
for how easily we give in
to the sweet taste
of forgetting.