Words

I only express through words.

I could stare at an empty canvas itching to draw,

But nothing happens;

That canvas remains empty.

 

But the words!

Oh, the words come so easily;

They flow out before I can stop

They always come and go

Like a consistent breeze in the spring.

I’ve lost so many words

By being Careless

By letting them escape…

 

I’ve experienced a world

Without those words.

It’s a black-and-white experience;

It was so bland

Yet still held potential-

But not one I could grasp.

 

That canvas remains empty and

My life remains meaningless

Until I fill them with

Words.