My Unruly Words

My smile frays at the edges

As the "I love you"s blister the skin

Where tongue and throat conjoin.

They are silent armies, cutting and stabbing,

Aching to be free,

But I bite them back--

Methodically chewing their razor-ed swords

And tempered shields.

They have laid siege to my lungs;

Eventually I shall discover a dearth

Of platonic banalities,

And my words will storm from larynx to lips.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Aching to be free,
But I bite them back--"
Words can set us free or close doors to someone dream. I like the thoughts in this poem. The ending made the poem complete. Some words are hard to be released. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote