A life barren of all feeling
Without words
A world cruelly deprived of emotion
Without words
My darkest nightmare
Not being able to express
My senses, emotions and love
Through words
T'would be a desolate wasteland
With what other material
So fluent and pliable
Could I bestow my thoughts to you
The colour of roses
Would be less vibrant
Dreams would not a rainbow be
Words make a fountain of knowledge
Rippled seas of emotion
Tales of love
Stories of fear
Take words from a poet
And leave them staggered of breath
A vacuous shell
Where life is an empty page
Crying for a pen to caress it
Then prick our eyes with tears
As verse floods our minds
With a confetti of rhyme