When I give of my words and they are lost to silence
I have time to contemplate
The message that I send
The message left to take
Measured out carefully,
meaning, well conveyed
Are words truly a connection
Or just a game well played.
As words are misinterpreted
Silence can be too
Words can be balms or arrows
But empty pierces through
Pointed words lost to the void
Are in their proper place
But kindness lost to this vacuum
Leaves a wounded space
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 