A Poem About Words
I used to think poetry was rather easy,
words would normally just come to me.
Now the words I do get just seem cheesy,
and mostly the words are just some absentee,
escaped from my mind, making me search for them,
and I think you would agree,
that sometimes words can condemn.
This feeling of wordlessness,
is both terrifying, and exhilarating.
I've never had a problem finding words to address,
how I was feeling, and it's liberating,
to actually have to work to find words,
and finding out there really are none.
Words, I find, are like guards.
They protect us from becoming undone,
falling apart at the seems,
by being judged by others,
we use words to deflect the screams,
of our feelings, or to attack anothers.
Now that I have none,
I don't feel that I need any.
They used to be like bullets in a gun,
for me, but now I don't understand the envy,
people feel for those gifted with words,
the strongest feelings can't be described with them.
So now I have no guards.
No words t