Searching for Words

Words get stuck in my brain

Like some old man

That hasn’t left his rented room

In ages.

Syllables stammer softly

In the drafty attic cold

Looking for a word

That matches a memory.

My eyes grow weak and pale

Stabbing into feeble dreams

Dismissed and disregarded

Long ago.

Remembering

Is as the frosty head

Of a lager beer

That settles into the dark brew.

I wish I had the phonics of love

Of adventure

Of dreams.

Perhaps longing alone will satisfy.