The hands are working hard for
The legs are walking far for
The mouth is getting filled with
The gut is getting stuffed with
The mind is getting high on
The eyes are open wide to

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Words

I write words
To get them out of my mind

Unnecessary words
Unfriendly words
Hollow words
Meaningless words
Words that disturb me
Words that haunt me
Words that follow me
Words that disgust me

One by one
I single each word
And strangle it

On a piece of paper
It loses its power
I assume control

And slowly
Piece by piece
I regain control
Of my mind

And I know I’ll be sane again
For a short while
Wordless and Powerful

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