Word’s start dancing

When I am alone

Written or spoken

Some softly heard

Hand in hand

They spin and dance

Poking and prodding

With spears and Lance

I close my eyes

To shut them down

They quickly go

In a pulsating trance

One needs to fight

And show the pain

Unseen cries

Of the bleeding heart

And release the spout

Tightly held

Flushing the words

Down the drain

When time does come

To release the storm

Brewing in my

Battered heart

I let go tamely

On my resolve

Not seeing the demon

In my arms

But the angel I have

Loved since long