My words are my world <br />my prison, my walls <br />the stairs that i climb <br />to get me gently in the skies <br /> <br />My words are my swords <br />the weapons i hide <br />my army that craves <br />in battles to fight <br /> <br />My words are the dwarfs <br />that linger in tales <br />humbly awaiting <br />for a part to be played <br /> <br />My words are my prayers <br />that hope to reach God <br />but stumbling on clouds <br />they fall on the ground <br /> <br />My words are my fleet <br />in oceans and storms <br />with sails that have torn <br />the winds from the North <br /> <br />My words are the wings <br />of a bird that can't fly <br />and it stays perched <br />by the sea its whole life<br /><br />alexandros filippakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-words-18/
