No Words This is a poem without words because I have no words to say how I feel no words for my confusion no language with which to communicate. This is written in a foreign tongue as foreign to me as self-comprehension as foreign to me as my own values This is the disparity between what is inside what is right what will hurt less hurt you less but still it hurts me because inside I know no right I feel all wrong I ignore my values I respond to your touch I cling with my guts. | |
Damon Wyle |