Spider
I'll give away my wordsthey feel so without power to say
anything of value
She can look at me and as her words fail her
I see that she cannot bear to loose me
why I do not know - I never bore her crosses or nurtured her to health
only partook in her joys and showed her my scars
He can look at me and as he continues to be silent
I find words become useless while his mind beams through his eyes
the emotions playing across his face
the way he leaves his trace deep under my skin
How I fail to act on the things that must be done
shut my eyes and push the world away
hiding behind veils of fake worlds others created that only mimic a reality
I wish to take no part in
How I long for the Words to glow in my heart and thrum through my veins
to burn themselves to my skin and never leave me
Without them
I am a word-webbed mask
a cruel reminder
of the woman I could be
If only my words
were forged
and wielded
to give joy, hope and beauty to
the hearts and minds of others
Then words would hold the power they should
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-11-25 at 01:48
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