Purple Lady Poetry

At this years end I have no words.
This is not a poem.
As this year begins,
I have no words

No words can describe
Those things undefinable.
A poem explains and gives sense
To the unexplained.

This is not a poem.
It has no rhyme or reason for being.
At best it is sound, a shout, a howl
Against those things that do not change.

No poem can help if no-one hears.
No poem can measure the depth of our fears.
No poem can vanish the World’s many tears.

This is not a poem.