words are weapons; we wield them well

i am drowning

in words

i wish i could say


but, i cannot


it is why i wrote them

instead of spoke them


and now, even writing them

is too much


i once said that

a weapon is not a weapon

until someone picks it up

that it cannot hurt other people

until it is touched by a person


and can’t that be said for words too

that they are powerless unless heard or seen


or is the writer hurt in the writing

is there nothing we can do without pain


-they say the pen is mightier than the sword, but they both hurt who they touch


This poem is about: 
Our world


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