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Book 35 Page 33
My words, my words
My words! my words!
they seem to be the only thing I have!
For when I feel frustrated with the world /
when I feel like screaming at it all,
or like bashing my head against it’s walls,
it is then that I remember, “my words!”
my political, / my social, / my sometimes ‘angry critical words.’
And when you my friend seem to act as if ‘I am not important’ /
when my wishes don’t seem to matter in this storm,
it is at these times that I say my ‘words,’
although at such times they are not always ‘well formed.’
But even here I notice that;
when my words are said, I somehow feel better,
-yet I do not always know why.-
perhaps it is simply because;
I have said ‘my words!’
And when you my lover seem to radiate beauty,
though you may not have done anything special,
I say my words again.
Words of affection this time, / words of devotion, / words of love.
And when they are said, things are better in the end.
And so to all of life’s good and bad adventures I have my reactions, /
and with them; ‘I have my words.’
Words that have a way, -a magical way - of putting things into perspective.
Words though at times seems to fall on deaf ears,
on blind eyes,
on selfish hearts,
but none the less,
I say them, and;
I write them.
My words / my words.
And so through them, -through my words - you get to know what I think,
How I feel,
what I am.
And even though there may not always seem to be an outcome,
I just 'speak' and let it out.
Then I feel happier.
And I think it is then that I become more complete,
that is; when I say ‘my words.’
they are -in the end - all that I have that I can truly call my own.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au firstname.lastname@example.org Feb 27 2002