All words become me <br />They reflect what I feel <br />Sometimes I want to hide from them <br />and stem the tide of words <br />but outside my window the storm of words is brewing <br />and I am stewing inside. <br />outside the wind of words is breaking against my wall <br />outside phrases are hammering like rain against my window <br />eventually they will breakthrough the window and like lightening <br />they will flash out of mouth.<br /><br />Daniel Hooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-words-become-me/
