WORDS…. <br />They are like the wind <br />playing <br />touching <br />they tear at my skin and <br />penetrate through <br />my layers <br />of thought, of being <br />they hold me captive for <br />a while…. <br />only to set me free in a <br />whirlwind of leaves <br />falling <br />falling <br /> <br />WORDS…. <br />sometimes they fail me <br />their fickleness <br />scratching <br />at my conscience <br />toying with my soul… <br />and not the wind <br />or any of the elements <br />can compare <br />or rise in retribution <br />as I’m reaching <br />for words <br />falling <br />falling<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-219/
