Words And Words

The is room full of words,
How did it get this way?
Painted white, with words of night,
Creating chaos where they lay.

The paint has splattered the floor
And the pen still roles around.
The word, like birds
Flutter to the splattered ground.

What does this all mean?
They're just words and words...
The walls, they fall.
Captive laying unheard.

And under these broken walls,
There are the broken dreams.
That ink, just think...
Must have leaked from their seams.

So where's this person now?
The one that wrote all that's here?
Gone forever, to be seen never...
A price for a failure of fear.

©Odd