A war of words

Stuck in this vortex

of words you created

I swirl

and crash

like moths around a flame

If only I can take back

all words ever spoken

but that would be crying

over spilled milk

Maybe I'll change jobs

Start painting landscapes

Write a travel blog

Whatever it will take

to be freed

from this

war

with 

words.

Reviews

[¿]

The spoken words that worsens situations goes perfect with spilled milk....or I shall say, spilled milk is the perfect exapmle!
Stunned at the image and at your poem - as always....
Thanks for sharing this, friend....hope you're well☺

[Ardra]

I thought you loved words...as long as you are met with a honourable death in the battle field....
Nice one...maybe they would even salute on your burial ceremony heheh

[SleeplessVolcano]

I do love words, but I also love chocolate cake. Too much of a good thing, well......:P

[Ardra]

We will distribute chocolate cake for the ceremony then.... add it as a clause in your will

[SleeplessVolcano]

He overdosed on words...mmm.....a bit dark, but I can make it work....or, for the happy-butterfly and bright sunshine people, I could change that concept into a healing potion - those exquisite words HEALED the dying word warrior....;P

[Ardra]

Reminded me of the poem Jacob posted you should read it... :p let me check the name I will let you know

[Ardra]

Cold Friday in the Rain.... you should read this... maybe your word warrior would be inspired....to write more