Words

I would rather suffer sweet

silent solitude

Deathly defiant from drowning out

Filthy sounds stumbling,

ugly and cruel

Between the lips of your

beautiful mouth

Deep down within me words

move in phases

Frozen and still

until they decide

To melt and drip over

the pages

Until that moment

they live inside.

My words enjoy the

feel of the paper

Better than me,

lay with your consonants

Once they get going

they never waver

And they slip in between your if,

ands, and buts.

When my words are

hiding between the lines

Then i'm afraid they

won't hear me call

What if they fail me

without a sign?

What if they hardly

surface at all?

Screaming and throwing

your weight around

My words choose

knowledge over politics

You can't kill my words .

they know no bounds

My words are strong and

they don't make me sick.

They still remain my

only companion

Boiling truth to the

very end

They'll never ever

completely abandon

Ever give up the paper

and the pen