The Words
I write because the words give me no rest.
They are voices in my mind
and they pester and whine
to be set
free
They are soldiers
waging war
their battle cries both
music and
torture
to hear
They are birds
locked in a cage
and I cannot set them free fast enough
They are children
and in their
innocence and
wildness
there is beauty
They are words
and they give me no rest.
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