The Words I Cannot Own, A poem

The Words I cannot Own
By: Charles Wood



There are words I can't own. Speech that's mine that I cannot take credit for. Perhaps this will fall into the lines gingerly stroked down onto paper that give credence to another man's fame. Maybe this will go where I dare not write down my name.

I do it sometimes for the safety of my pride. I fear on the judgement of those who might see, who might read, who might judge. I have been judged. Never the less to avoid the cliche we shall move on from here.

Other times the topic simply too touchy to bear the letters of origin that point to me. ARe we so easy to amuse that sometimes we must hide ourselves to stave off abuse. I write in cryptic code hoping that You may decipher my meanings and understand the true nAture of my being.

Mostly I do it for fuN. To Beseech those of you who can and do have thought evoking brains to stretch out your think muscle. Though I always hide behind names not my own to hide myself.

I am stark raving mad. Though the girl seems to like it. I'll stay and play a little longer as this mad man of a distant land. I'm not sure when it's over my heart's thoughts wont be sad. But these words are the words that my lips shall never speak as my own. My thoughts to never be shared; as I pen down the letters and the sentences of the words I cannot own.