Pull the trigger, shoot me as I run
From the phrases ricocheting from your mouth like a loaded gun
So you say I am nothing, nor will I ever be
Worthless and I am no one is how you just defined me
Take my sanity, toss it to the ground
From the sound of vowels and constanants transformed to nouns
WORDS
A tainted token of a spoken mass of negativity that grows
With pain so unbearable so, think as you let them flow
From your mouth, they scar, it is a proven fact
That once said you can never retrieve them to take back
Words are like a clock spoken every second on the hour
Be cautious they are deadly and holds so much power
WORDS
By: Monica Lanier - poeticmoonchild
A wonderful warning about the weapon called words!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done, keep up the great work