My Wicked Words

The art of editing, everyone’s favorite task. Ugh!

Some are my

angels

Halo'd and winged

 

Others my

demons

Horned and singed

These words I speak of,

these ill-fated feti,

doomed orphans on the yellowed page, 

lonely 

and shawled

 

Wicked words can devour

the feeble and weak

as they bump into walls in the night, sightless 

and hushed

Yet there was once a vision

They once had a voice

And I am not God.

The weak make their own choice

Author's Note

In writing, not all the written words make the cut. The feeble and weak perish.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I sense lots of wisdom and experience in this poem about wicked words.
Thank you for sharing.