Words

Ah! if only I could be free from words.
But there is no escape,
embedded as they are,
seared into my flesh:
tattoos carved into my dendritic spines
their meanings devour everything.

Just imagine! to be free of words.
Perhaps I could be;
try not to think;
ignore all my thoughts
until they simply give up
the battle to be noticed
crushing my soul.
I am lost.

No more words! But perhaps there might be
a peace treaty we (the Words and Me) could both agree to:
Most of the time the words just shut the fuck up,
And then
very occasionally
they tell me something wonderful
magnificent
beautiful
majestic
honest
and true.




Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2024-04-05 at 20:35

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