You Remind Me of Words

A writer silenced by life's morphine

Drowned by the carbon copied situations and circumstances contained in the soliloquy of time.

You remind me of those words that please the palate, tantalize the mind, indulge the spirit.

Words that give meaning to pleasure, to life, to hope.

Words that sing Madam Butterfly in the waves of the soul.

Words are the key to the essence of being; without which I am null and void, numb to reality, desire, pain

You remind me of words.

Words that embrace feelings and I am now in mine.

Words that express empathy, apathy, regret and distress.

Words that delight in delusions of grandeur.

Words that indulge in the disasters of sorrows found in Fall, depression in Winter incumbent in those lowly words.

Words that I wouldn't trade for candlelight and roses.

I'll take the painful words.

Pain delivers realization to the virtues of life.

A shot of adrenaline to your emotions.

A dose of reality intertwined with illusion.

You remind me of words.

Words that give ownership to the feelings I lost while drowning in time.