Your Voice
Words have the power to heal, to kill or to reveal
When the noise of the world gets so loud that it pierces,
Just

Struggling words......

Laying on a back of moss
I am torn to be free,
Is it a day for my poet
Or the man in me?

I crave inspiration
From

Words... like autumn leaves
Blowing in the wind
Ever rustling on the edge of our consciousness
Falling but never staying

Words on a paper,
Piercing my heart.
My eyes blur before me,
As I read the words, words, words.....
Spelling it all out before

I danced with the devil,
Because he fed me a line,
Words upon words,
Mixed with rose colored lies.

Words of deception,
Flowed