wasted words
wasted words
wistful and wandering wasted words dribble from the mouth
poignantly pointless perceptions filling vain fake and fulsome
meandering meaningless bright birds fly from north to south
clutch at ears to clutter reflections wild wishful and winsome
almost admiring all these wasted words piled in cold corners
heaped on hearths in hot embers occasional bursts of flames
deceived by the ash when tasted blackened around borders
as being balanced balefully remembers the naming of names
wonderful wisdom and wasted words sliced spilled or spread
meaningful and mournful moans intwine and escape the evil
a faithful steadfast gaze upwards to drink of a that blood bled
as whispered desired wishes drone to the good gods primeval
when words are at last exhausted will life exist in sad silence
the breath released coldly frosted denies the diligent defiance