Words Poem by Monica Lanier

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

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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

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By: Monica Lanier - poeticmoonchild