Words

Grabbing the words from the faded remembrances

Of whispers, voices, silently calling

We hear them, telling us, advising

And deep inside we know

And we fear.

Nevertheless we shun them wondering

Because not alive they seem,

But still living as everlasting as the memory,

Filling me, filling you, filling everyone

With the soulless sentences spreading,

The dangerous thoughts and words.

Forever sorry, crying, laughing

As always out and alone

The hysterical horrors of the mind

And tormented by spirits.

Loving, remembering and gone

Stiff, bonded in unbreakable sorrow

The words said and unspoken.