A Writer's Elegy

Words have soul;

the scent of their spirits

lingers on every page

they speak of forever

of hope in every chapter.

But words met an accident;

she didn’t know verbs

he was blinded by adjectives

they thought love has a bound

that it is a weak noun.

Words were once lovers;

they were conceived as phrases

born an incomplete sentence

children of fragments

to grow into lonely paragraphs,

they were destined.

Words have power;

sometimes they heal

sometimes they kill

and should you murder them

don’t let their bodies get found

bury them, six feet below

your chest’s ground.

Ghosts are those words;

in silence, they haunt

but I am no longer scared

of the promises we didn’t keep.

Photo from Pinterest- Fantasy Flight Games