Words
Words All round me are words, and words and words, They grow on me like leaves, they never Seem to stop their slow growing From within… But I tell myself, words Are a nuisance, beware of them, they Can be so many things, a Chasm where running feet must pause, to Look, a sea with paralyzing waves, A blast of burning air or, A knife most willing to cut your best Friend’s throat… Words are a nuisance, but. They grow on me like leaves on a tree, They never seem to stop their coming, From a silence, somewhere deep within …
All around me, there are words, many words, They grow on me like leaves, and they never Seem to stop their slow growth From deep inside… But I remind myself, words Are bothersome, be cautious of them, they Can mean so many things, like a Deep hole where running feet must stop, to Look, a vast sea with overwhelming waves, A rush of hot air or, A knife eager to harm your closest Friend… Words are bothersome, yet. They grow on me like leaves on a tree, They never seem to stop arriving, From a silence, somewhere deep inside…