Words Poem by Riley Choma

Words like a burn; they sting
Words, which, wreck; watch worlds, wane
Words gnawing at imperfection
Words, weeping and waving a white flag; conspire desire
People in every space; yet not one who eyes to see your weeping face
Words weigh you down because weight goes up
Words that meaning nothing yet everything
Life is a cell, and the darkest hole
The lively girl, a rather dead soul
It’s just a joke
A joke that left a million tears
Words of love and hate; both so blindly makers of fate
A single distinct, meaningful element of speech
Words; a break by other’s self-righteous hate.