My Words

8 tercets to portray what emanates from my heart ♥.

My Words; so deep
I could not sleep,
Abysmal enough to house the dead.

It itch my thought,
It hurt my gut,
It weigh me down as an heavy lead.

To abate my soul
And let it known,
I made my pen bleed; a poet's creed.

As the ink-point burst,
I felt the gust
as it flapped the leaves of the trees.

Just as the Wind,
It grew unseen wings
And made wagging ripples on puddles.

When it hit the clouds
And strake my doubts,
It made violent sounds then sparkled.

Everything it hold,
Must have felt cold;
I saw a girl hunch inside her coat.

Every mouth go numb
And many minds um
At the sight of 'My Words' in quotes.