27.

The Wind of Words


Rows and rows of shining candles
Splutter in the inky blackness
Each one a hope, a desperate ambition
Each one spluttering, fading, dying.
One by one the candles die
Their sooty vestiges floating away
-The last remains of my driving force
Dispersing on the putrid wind
-The Wind of Words
Your heartfelt words of malice and cruelty
Of hatred, scorn and unknowing sincerity
My hope is gone, snuffed out by the roaring wind
Speeding from your gun-barrel mouth

The Wind of Words