17 June 2012
When words lead the way, straight across a page
They remind me of soldiers marching,
Searching helpless yet still brave.
Trapped inside a book
Solid, still, never swaying
Chained into their place of
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting...
Their life is little for hope of an emotion,
Shall they bring sadness joy or maybe commotion,
Mad though it may seem,
Half a second or even less
dead,
Absurd,
worthless,
A word?
Words. • Opuss № I