words in my head
they spill to the floor
never reaching ears
i feel we take these words for granted
we have power
and yet we throw them where we step
people who speak of nothing have all the ears
yet we trample on the ones who understand
words that we hold
they seem too precious now
I never knew the power
the bomb in my throat
when it goes off
im the one whoes choking on the ash and debris
©deafdrift
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