WORD
How
How do I
How do I start
Start this poem
Of scattered words
With disjointed lines
forming un-ryhme verses
How do I start? how do I start?
This word from a craggy mouth
That travel with the western wind
Forming ripples of resonating waves
Piercing through the ears of the wall
like gamma rays, beamed at a metal body
This word isn't a word but a wordy word
That form arrows of a sharp razor edges
Shoot from a blunt bow of a hidden hand
Shattering the heart into shards of glasses
This word is a sweet truth but taste like gall
In the mouth of this world of universal deceit
Where sorrow, agony and tears are sold as joy
And joyful joy become an allusion of life lines
This word is a leaf; that bridge life and death
The strand that holds the existence of living
The chrome wheels that keep life rolling on
Like a concentric circles that goes on and on
This word is a leaf, the leaf we eat to survive
This word is a mixture of purple and red bloods
That streams into the mouth of the dead oceans
Where we drink wisdom from a casket-like cup
To live and die by the words of the wise nature
This word is a dead man; sobbing in his grave
For it died in our hands, like midnight silence
When we refuse to let the word come alive
In his own prime time of limited existence
This word is the mystery world we live in
Formed from constellations of thoughts
Where night wears solitude owl days
Diving deep in a pool of meditation
This word isn't a word, it's a word
This word isn't a word, but it is it
This word isn't a word, but it is
This word isn't a word, but it
This word isn't a word, but
This word isn't a word
For we are the word
The word is not us
The world is us
The word is us
The world is
The word
Is us
Us
© ® Jamiu Ahmed
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