Penned In

I can’t write myself in italic ink
as the nib loses the point
the wit is never sharp enough
to spell out what I mean to be.
I can’t cut out in paper shapes
by slicing them from the page
scissored indecision means gash
is lost from bladed document.
White sheets are never deep enough
to hold my chasm thought,
they can’t absorb the dripping mess
they cant withstand the weight.