In knots are the words I have for you
And these tiles are dirty more.
Liquid crashes on this place;
Now what was I here for?

A random talk was told my ear.
That got me to this room!
Behind a door my form does lie
To wait its coming doom.

No need have I for Skin and Shines;
The dead's gone dead from it.
No need have I for hearty hearts;
Their mass my grave won't fit,

But come to grips, must I. Must I? -
With this fate some Fate did sell:
To forever be wed to the hearty heart
That shot me straight to hell.

Kyle Hamp

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tongue-tied-2/