Words

I would rather suffer sweet
silent solitude
Deathly defiant from drowning out
Filthy sounds stumbling,
ugly and cruel
Between the lips of your
beautiful mouth

Deep down within me words
move in phases
Frozen and still
until they decide

To melt and drip over
the pages
Until that moment

they live inside.
My words enjoy the
feel of the paper
Better than me,
lay with your consonants

Once they get going
they never waver

And they slip in between your if,
ands, and buts.

When my words are
hiding between the lines
Then im afraid they
wont hear me call
What if they fail me
without a sign?

What if they hardly
surface at all?

Screaming and throwing
your weight around
My words choose
knowledge over politics

You cant kill my words .
they know no bounds
My words are strong and
they dont make me sick.
They still remain my
only companion

Boiling truth to the
very end
Theyll never ever
completely abandon
Ever give up the paper
and the pen