Of Words and Their Meanings

This describes my slight anxiety towards words and talking.

I took great value of words in the seed of my youth,
Constantly questioning their meanings,
Mundane remarks bore into my subconscious,

Thousands echoing per second,
I scramble to lock them into sentences,
Some hang loosely on fallen anecdotes,
The survivors chip and fold into each other,
Unfathomable to the beasts around me,
I soak in my own stupidity,

Silence, the soul offeror of conversation,
Guides my thoughts to oblivion,
Adomania, a memory,
Of a future, far too fleeting,
I shall embrace the weight of slumber.

Reviews

[kentuck14]

N,
As I read this I think somewhat of Wallace Stevens . . . the intricate weaving of thoughts and words . . . even though you say words are an enigma to you you say them well. Great images, good sound, nice flow . . . all the ingredients of good free verse.
T