Words
Words
Words
– I find them scattered lying
Through
the mazes of my mind
Growing,
fading, living, dying
Some
are sought never to find.
Words
– Beneath my pen are flowing
Nature
guides me to write black,
And
my thoughts are always going
Into
places where I lack.
Words
– They bear no blame for what I
Am
and feel – this darkness mine
I
could control and slay. I could try
To
instead make my thoughts shine.
Words
– I’ll hold them to my bidding
Make
them say what I ought to
Speak.
They’ll surrender each fitting
Thought
and phrase to what I do.
Words
– My end and my beginning,
Where
I come from; whence I go.
‘Tis
a battle, and I’m winning
Writing
not what I feel, but know.
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*shivers* I feel this one in my core. Amazing job!!
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