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What is the point
of one if there are ten to be had,
what’s the point of
a gentle slide if I can blast into oblivion,
escape into a welcome
void of isolation,
away from the waves
of hopeless wo(a)ndering
slamming me with a
force designed to eradicate my sanity,
destroy my dreams
and taint the sunrise red with my blood,
words, what are
words but a series of sounds
stringed together
to form the noose you tie around your neck.
... me think me know those hands, friend Shadow ... sans the wedding ring ... anyway ... Love always, cat.
ReplyDeleteWords can hurt more than any blade.
ReplyDeleteWow, very strong here. I particularly love those last two lines.
ReplyDeleteFantastic write here.
ReplyDeleteWell...here are some words for you to read & enjoy 'cause they come from my heart...your thoughts on this subject are so life-like true! Words can harm the soul, the ego, or SOOTHE in so many ways.
ReplyDeleteLoved this today. Of course, you always paint a picture with your talent in forming words of wisdom for us to contemplate!
Words are indeed a powerful weapon.
ReplyDeleteWow, Shadow! Every piece you write is powerful!
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