Peotry of the Mind

Words

Words

Strange things words

A thing or things

We take for granted

But wait...

But what if

We couldn't speak?

Where would we be now

If we had no speech?

Maybe

There won't be

So much hurt caused by words

Hmmm...

Perhaps

No...

Maybe...

I don't know...

Perhaps we would all be friends

No competitions

No enemies

I'd like that

No words...

No words...

Sounds almost like Heaven

Words confuse me

They mangle the truth

They like to turn the soul

Into a black

Rock hard

Concrete wall

Words

I'd love

To get rid of words

But then

Where would we be?

I don't know

But that's not for me

To find out

Or maybe...

It could be

Words

Goddbye

So long

Farewell

Hasta luego

To these

Disgusting words

But wait!

Aren't I

Saying words?

Not out loud

But on this paper
This very paper

Huh

I guess words are everywhere

We don't have to say them

Writing

Gestures

Movements of the

Branches of trees

The wind

The swishing grass

Even the layout

Of those rocks

On your driveway

You ignore

Even when

To our older brother

Just hit you with one

Okay then

I can't get rid of words

Oh well

I guess I like words

Since I haven't

Ended this poem

That keeps talking about

Getting rid of words