Words
by J.S. Lambert
Words down.
My savior.
Last rope not burned.
Screaming!
No one heard.
I write words down.
My choice.
My therapy.
All ropes snapped,
I could have too.
These words I do not choose.
Words down.
Words.
No one listens.
Still I write.
Words save me.
© Words by J.S. Lambert
9 comments:
That's a really cool pic and a nice poem.
Good poem.
Dope!
Sorry, didn't mean to delete that last post.
Thanks Steve. Hit me back up on the IM again tomorrow. Or call me. Keep following
Words got me the wound and will get me well, if you believe it.
Thanks Jimmy Boy!
If your poem rymhed I bet more people would read it.
Can feel the meaning behind the words, story of my life, I need to pick up my journal, it is therapy for the soul....lovely pic also
nice poem joey, nice picture too. words have many meanings in their own way either context or direction.
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