Them

I wrote this one day around 3 or 4 in the mourning before going to work. I was just wondering if words had feeling? How would they feel after we write, post, crumble and delet them.

With a unlawful speed my fingertips strike away at these keys.

Raw and untamed emotion fighting with me not to write it.

Do not imprison me they yell, but like the guardians of heaven against hell

To the corners of their gigabyte cell I hurl them. I’m there prison, I’m the cop that cuffs them

I’m the lawyer that tries them, and I’m jury that judges them.

I’m the bounty hunter that for money I hunt them.

I’m the flawed justice system that through a loophole I lost them.

I’m the beach shores that like a precious diamond I flaunt them.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your thoughts in the poem. Good to write with free will. Can't allow the naysayers make us twist our words to make them happy. I like the flow of statements and the very good ending . Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rusty]

Very good. Very well. I understand your description of hell.

[Frantzuu]

Great write,

[Mind Giant]

Joseph thanks a lot for your kind words... this was one of those things that if I dint write it on the spot would have been lost for ever...thanks again

[Joe]

This is a very interesting poem. Great imagery and rhythm help it flow quite nicely. Great job! Keep it up!