What is the point
of words,
if they can’t save you?
Why do I waste
the breath,
the ink,
if I don’t think
they can affect the outcome.
They say,
only actions
can change the world,
but I have read
that it was words
that made it.
You’re too beautiful
to suffer.
This life has to have more
than this to offer,
or maybe our eyes
need to rise
a little farther
up into the sky
if we want to see
a miracle.
If my words can hurt you,
then why can they not cure you?
If I can incite a riot,
then why if I am silent
does the pain not go away?
What am I supposed to say?
I ask God
and all his angels,
I ask Hell
and all its devils,
but they stay quiet
as the morning,
and I can’t stop wondering
what more I can say
that hasn’t been said
to make it alright again?
The funny thing about words,
is even when it seems
that they aren’t working,
we don’t stop talking,
praying,
begging
for someone to hear us.
So, I’ll keep on writing
and speaking
all the magic words I know.
Praying for God’s mercy
that the Devil lets you go.
You’re too beautiful to suffer.
I have always wondered
why the world
is this way.
Who’s to say?
HG – 2021
