So, I was working with a series of prompts for some poetry. The prompt for this piece is words. I came up with this. I love the image and the message behind it.
Read and tell me what you make of it.
Come, tell me what you hear,
About me and the life I live,
The whispers in the dark
While you lurk and listen.
Tell it to me the way it is.
Look me in the eye and say it all,
Those nasty little secrets.
Do you believe it?
Or are they just words in the end?
Come, tell me what they say,
About those who no longer exist.
They come together as a people
And narrate tales in mockery.
Tell me you tried to stop them.
The shame and defamation.
The ruined reputations.
Do you believe it?
Or are they just words in the end?
Come, tell me what you think,
About you and I.
This journey we began together,
Holding hands through bites.
Tell me you love me.
Let me see your lips form the words
As I drink in the melody that is your voice.
Do you believe it?
Or are they just words in the end?
Come, tell me what you believe,
About history and the world.
Each night as you watch the moon
With the stars dancing around it.
Tell me the story you wish to tell.
I want to know the details,
One page after the other.
Do you believe it?
Or are they just words in the end?
Nice one