Goodbye

The words stem,
They flow in pieces
From the mind
Unto this world.
Saying,
Writing,
The flow never destroyed.
These words come from everywhere,
Your life,
Joy,
Sadness and anger,
All expressed in turn.
What happens if nothing is felt?
Do the words flow faster,
Easier?
Untold
It seems,
All is not well.
And to this world we bid farewell.