words are weapons; we wield them well

i am drowning

in words

i wish i could say

 

but, i cannot

 

it is why i wrote them

instead of spoke them

 

and now, even writing them

is too much

 

i once said that

a weapon is not a weapon

until someone picks it up

that it cannot hurt other people

until it is touched by a person

 

and can’t that be said for words too

that they are powerless unless heard or seen

 

or is the writer hurt in the writing

is there nothing we can do without pain

 

-they say the pen is mightier than the sword, but they both hurt who they touch

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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