Lent Poetry 17

Some days
the words won't come
I will speak them
in English
but no one understands
what I say.
I could yell from the rooftops
and the ones on the ground will shout
that it's just gibberish
and ask why I'm yelling so loud.
By the time I can explain,
the crowd has dispersed
and I am alone
with the thoughts
that I could not
speak.