When The Words Die

Coming an enraged flood in verbal

Streams they flow killed by the ignorance

Of those who wield them high tried to reach

Some hidden meaning the hidden part to see

Or do they justify the fools who sell them

With contempt? speaking much,yet telling

Nothing will we know the truth lack of

Sincerity full mouths of hollow words to

Delight seeing not when the words die

Foiled perception twisted by the narrowness

Of our minds cage of the private selves

Semantic chaos raised how is even communication possible?

When we are all, whether

We know it or not prisoners of private

Obsessions? cage with no exit sounds

Without a sense