The Words I Speak.

I need.

I want.

I took.

I kill.

These are the words of the greedy and unjust.

I love.

I pity.

I seek.

I need.

These are the words of the foolish.

I dont understand how the words of one can pass to another,

seemlessly, like dust, they fall short of the ears they were meant to burden.

I, for one, hate the words.

I hate the mouth that forms them.

I hate the God that created them.

I cant stand to see them in my head,

so I cut my eyes from my head instead,

Now I cant see the blood, I cant see your meaning,

I would rather be blind,

Because knowledge isnt seeing.

 

Reviews

[funeralmoon]

very deep my pretty hanna.. knowledge isnt seeing.. and i know that i see a pattern in your poetry... some untold hate for a god?? tell me no lies my prettty i wish to know more so i can see the truth :)

[David]

wow. this one is awesome. I love the last three lines