Words' End Poem by Arik Fletcher

This cloud of words hangs over me,
Each one a bitter memory,
Their dark embrace all I can see,
A cold unbroken symphony.

This sea of words that swallows me,
Each one a glimpse of destiny,
Their venom-soaked monotony,
Repeating for eternity.

This swarm of words engulfs my soul,
Each one a sting of lost control,
Their poisoned blades on dark patrol,
Collecting on their bloody toll.

This web of words within my mind,
Each one a glimpse of days behind,
Their light not for one of my kind.
A happiness I'll never find.

This storm of words from dreams unknown,
Each one a love where hate has grown,
Their force and wrath so quickly shown,
Will leave me some day on my own.