Words

Words


Screeches that somehow
Mean something more than
The harsh blur of consonants and vowels
They are comprised of
The indescribableness of reality
Somehow described in a sound

Phrases like weapons
Lashing at our souls
Bringing us to the dark depths
Of human emotion with a single
“I hate you”
Yes even the strongest of emotions
Are nothing but a sound in our ears

Phrases like a healer’s bandage
Taking the blinding fog
And dispelling it with a sonic wave
“I love you”
Simple
Yet so powerful men live and die for it

Words
Give us sunshine
Give us rain
Sometimes I wonder if they describe our reality
Or if they are the creators after all