So much to say, though
How…is what eludes my grasp.
Fingers contorted,
My mind drowning in chaos,
The words scream fighting for air.
But alas they choke,
Dying at the hand of a
Tormented poet.
What fate beholds this tortured
Soul. Only God above knows.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Words do indeed suffer at the hands of poets. I had not thought of that before.
At times they do my friend, I know that I have tortured a word or two in my day. :)