Noiseless Misery

When spoken,
The words are so loud
That they seem to speak
And sound of emotion themselves.
But on paper,
They...
Are...
So...
Small....
That it's easy
To forget that they
Once came from the mouths of giants.
Then sound had a definition
Though it'd never be the same again.
Waterfalls scorch the earth
In a watery blaze
And the words only come
To contradict one another
Yet on paper,
They...
Seem...
So...
Small....
Being back the awe
When nothing was something
And something was nothing.
The air breathes a breath
Too gentle to be felt
And it's suffocating to know
That it surrounds
Yet cannot be known.
And with paper
They...
Can't...
Be...
Small....

Author's Note

Eh, I'm a bit aggravated and down.

This accurately and can only describe my current mood. I didn't review it either so if you see any typos or what looks like typos, let me know.