Written Words

 

Written words
Flow on the page
In black ink
Curving the lines
To the words
We are too afraid to say
Aloud,
Too ashamed to admit,
And
Too worried of what
They
Will think of us;
What they with say,
After they read
Us
Like a book
Sometimes words
Are the only kind of
Closure
That seem obtainable
In the circumstance at hand
Words help
Guide us
To the light
And show others the way
To peace,
To love,
To happiness,
While the rest of the world
Crumbles into darkness
Swaying the blind
Into a miserable society
That cannot be saved
Simply by words alone ~

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