WORDS

Pull the trigger, shoot me as I run

From the phrases ricocheting from your mouth like a loaded gun

So you say I am nothing, nor will I ever be

Worthless and I am no one is how you just defined me

Take my sanity, toss it to the ground

From the sound of vowels and constanants transformed to nouns

WORDS

A tainted token of a spoken mass of negativity that grows

With pain so unbearable so, think as you let them flow

From your mouth, they scar, it is a proven fact

That once said you can never retrieve them to take back
Words are like a clock spoken every second on the hour
Be cautious they are deadly and holds so much power

WORDS

Monica Lanier Brown ©