Words, my strength, and also my bane
A dance of gallantry, a melody of pain.
A battlefield where emotions wane.
With each uttered sentence, a tale unfurls,
Yet, in their fragility, lie the pearls.
Their potential to wound, like a perilous whirl.
Since time old, words weave a magic spell,
In their verses, where emotions dwell.
Strength they gift, a formidable might,
Yet my weakness revealed in the poet's plight.
I let out my private feelings laid bare,
Set my pen alight, I let my soul fare.
-vic
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