I came across this short piece in the archives of a fellow writer. The sentiment of her poem illustrates the frustration I feel when my written words do not fully express what I mean.
Post Mortem. By Jan Train
After I die;
With the original incision
The pathologist will remove from my throat,
A piece of prose.
The object of my indecision.
Then he will pontificate the cause of death
The failure to communicate.
Or later he may remark to a colleague
In a conversational way,
“I think she was strangled by something
she was trying to say”.