i think it odd (the unintended second edition)

i think it odd

that our own words tempt us.

they call to our heart,

pulling at its strings,

hoping that the knot will undo

and all of our thoughts

will spatter out down onto to floor.

we want those words,

the very words that threaten

to destroy us.

it's because we know

what they are capable of

that we shrink in fear

when they take their position

on the tip of our tongue.

and yet,

at the same time,

we greet them with open arms,

eager to feel the warm breath

of truth,

and that is why

even after all of our reservations,

we cannot help but

succumb to the constant

prying of our tired words.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

wow, this speaks some truth, this is good