366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Poetry

Day 122: Words

it swells

it builds

glows

gleams

thrills

soothes

fills

 

then

 

it drains

water through a leaky pipe

you can’t patch the hole

so gradually

it dims

fades

seeps

flees

escapes

 

you are cold

now

 

it would never sell

you can never tell

how it felt

words aren’t deft

 

in fact

there are none

at all

 

the best moment

is a secret

forever

 

 

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