words

i only have words

this is all i own

words and broken thoughts that i string together to sound pretty for your little ears

i have a voice i have a song

i have yelling forever

i scream out word

i sing out words

i stomp them out with my finger tips and a keyboard

pound pound pound

words

oh how they torment me like a vicious lover

i strugle for the perfect phrase

the line of words that shout out

spring forth truth

words that ring in your ears

a sentence to leave one changed

i am no one

i belong to no one

so i write and write for purpose to have a reason for continuing on

i begg people to hear me

to keep my words in thier heart

so theyll have a piece of me

and i can finnally belong to someone to something

 

Reviews

[Bard Constantine]

Words are the food and drink of the writer... I relate to this well. The frustration of wanting to express but lacking the means or attention... well described...