w o r d s

Round and round and round in my head there are Spinning, Words - not to remember     and never to be said Words,  to not understand,  Words,  free of reason; Words,  free of reality. Digging them up to see their dismal end. Fragmented words to not be completed; Gracious thought to not unveil. Forgotten words layering upon life its death, and cries of their own demise. Towering mountains falling into the sea; Watchful eye to  see the frenzied dance into oblivion. In the corridors of despair nothing is left to see or to feel. Residual rain understands my soul; releases,  and the perilous leap is made into the deep. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 02:26 AM PST   0 • 1