"What Are Words But A Hindrance to Communication" 1974: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

My mind was made up
And it was as if nothing had changed it
Reality seemed as if it rarely existed
Yet I felt the sense to be with her.

Time did no favors for me
Happiness was drowned by doubts
Every little word has to be the right one
Reason tells us why we have to be precise
Even if our feelings tell us otherwise
So I had a hard time figuring myself out
Even if I wanted to be direct.

Going places, arriving at conclusions
Overseeing details in relationships.
Driving me mad with society's insinuaitons
All this serving to change my mind,
Till all at once a few words end it all.


(Note: The first letters of all lines spell out
Mary Theresa Godat, the recipient of the poem.)