Speechless

I was drifting around. 

Perhaps looking for something that will never be found.

Clearly lost. 

I was standing in an alley of mirrors and smoke.

A mindful of words. 

But there was nothing I could say.

I tried to call out. 

Except when I opened my mouth to speak not a single word was spoke.

I tried to scream. 

But the words caught in my throat. 

The more I tried to talk the more I started to choked.

My lips moved silently as my hands flailed violently. 

Emotions quietly weeping from my eyes.

I am a mime whose happily painted face expresses sadness. 

A mime madly motioning about my madness.

I am a doll. 

A marionette on strings. 

Seemingly dancing as I swing. .