The Power of Words

 You could never in a million years;

Close your eyes and imagine tears;

From the little things people say;

But such goes on from day to day;

Because what some don't know, and others can't see;

Words can bring a terrible misery;

They cut the wrists, with many things;

But with little more than the breath we breathe;

These words are strands of string;

That can tie unto anything;

And braid into a rope;

That loves to interlope;

Into someone's mind;

They tend to bend, and wind;

Around the brain;

And chokes it until it drains;

A person's confidence;

From their internal vents;

But the words seem to have such tight grips;

That tighten when they leave the lips;

And these words seem to have a sharper side;

That even make the bravest hide;

These words are like soldiers, that march upon the tongue;

Faceless marching robots, carelessly flung;

Across the air, and into someone's ear;

No matter if they want to hear;

They attack straight at the heart;

Aimed and thrown like flaming darts;

They strike and strike until they hit their mark;

They puncture the light and turn it into dark;

These words can tie a noose easily with any dialect;

And encourage many to wrap it around their neck;

It's saddening to see;

Just what words can be;

When used in such immaturity;

Or in such a cruelty;

That carries the power to take away;

The lives we cherish and love from day to day.