These words alone much nourishment provide
For leaves of books, like sustenance, fulfill.
The anxious thoughts do waver and subside
When deftly woven tales such joy instill.
Would that I could subsist on words alone,
And press their meanings up against my tongue
To feel each syllable inside my bones
As breathy vowels expand these hungry lungs.
But words alone heal not these gaping wounds
For they were not the weapons that destroyed
‘Twas brutal touch that left this body strewn
In meaninglessness’ ever-aching void.
Let words help heal, but let them not o’ertake
A silence' power to damaged souls remake.
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