I used to be a logophile.
Each word was a small god.
But since my wordful faith has fallen,
That love to me seems odd.
My dictionary offered words
For worlds I'd never known.
But now it's just a dusty book,
One of many I own.
And I perused my dear thesaurus
And gleaned fresh terms galore.
Those synonyms and antonyms
Aggrandized my word-horde.
There was time when words meant something,
But now they seem absurd.
I'd like to tell you how I feel,
But I can't find the words.