Your Words

I like your way with words.

How they flow right through my mind

and I can hear this voice

This hammering and punching

your words beat right through me

and I’m scared you’ve trapped me

into your way of thinking

syllables that slither up and strike me

and the power that inflames and binds me

I’m a slave to your words

to your rhythm that inspires me

and I can’t help but to sit and listen

as the spells you weave are finding

all these secret thoughts and feelings

I’m helpless to these murmurings

this litany that I’ve memorized

So as I sleep I have your voice

rumbling like thunder

a cascade of endless throbs

and I can’t filter out the meaning

without this subtle screaming

of your words as they pass through

this night of endless dreaming

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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