Words are Everlasting

That quivering, sacred moment before pencil hits paper That gradual, ever widening culmination Like a soaring symphony joined in harmony with the yawning mouth of a tear-soaked wave That charcoal smudge against pristine white That is my oblivion No one can know what it means to unleash these thoughts The night-terrors of my youth The euphoric day dreams when others indulged in the mundane These fuel my imagination My beloved inspirations I dare to put them to paper To bare them to the world And it is like my soul is being put out for display They are too real Carnal Nonsensical Infuriated Whimsical They are my release from this hypocritical society A society that is fake enough to belong between the pages of a book While my words come to breathtaking realization It is this release that I live for Knowing that while people may come and go While wars are wages And families are broken Loved ones are betrayed And no one seems to find the time to listen to others There will always be those who empower themselves Who are not afraid to be loud Within the volumes of a poem or book Because when all is said and done They know... Words are everlasting