Word's Worth..

Gloom, to me, always seemed a grafitti-
Inflicted- upheld by sadistic naivety;
But, today, I could not point a finger,
As the suffocation did linger.
Memories weren't baying for blood,
And folks didn't seem uptight;
Yet without the slightest thud,
I could feel falling from the heights.
It wasn't about the words once said,
Or "love", perceived to be long lost ;
And no, the lines weren't dead,
But the voice choked in the frost.
I could perhaps give it another try,
I'm sure, now, I can rationalize;
But would I be able to justify,
Weeping without tears in my eyes?
I guess, the word, for all its worth,
Has failed to comprehend the link;
I'd rather behold Life in her mirth,
Than think, only to further sink!