Words of words

Words of nonsense
make no sense
produce no
[confused confusion]

Words of hate
at any rate
much reaction
to each faction
a cause for distraction

Write for me
Toy with my mind
Paint the message
Textualise my feelings

Converse with chaos
beyond the great divide
Bring me closer

Creating emotion
from life
Creating devotion
from strife
Creating that potion
from the knife
that cuts away the soul
from the flesh
it’s fresh
the mesh
we thresh

Words of peace
bring release
may they not cease
show the wolf
under that fleece

© The Drummer Poet
Written : 22/01/2102


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