How often do words get in the way,
And not express things we want to say?
Once spoken, words can't be reclaimed
So be careful where they're aimed.
Words can be fired like a gun;
Their poor aim can wound anyone.
Words can seed love as well as kill it.
They can drain a heart empty… or fill it.
All too often words are said
With no thought of their impact ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true - you may like to read mine entitled Volcano.