Words Hurt Poem by Albert Witz

Words, words can be so diminutive, yet knock you out.
Words can make a blind man see, words can create or destroy a world.
The power lies in meaning, cynical as it is, the power varies.
Nothing is concrete, love is a lie, fabrications of a faberge life.
The idealism that binds me to my mind, frees me in my.sleep.
As I awake, I've found my lost beginning, in the end of my previous tale.
Words do truly empower, commanding orders of living, I cling to false existence.
The wastes create a clean slate, mistakes allow for learning. I'm finished with my love for you, means to an end of this life. Her words, my knife, resonant, result in this resolution.