My words are my world
my prison, my walls
the stairs that i climb
to get me gently in the skies
My words are my swords
the weapons i hide
my army that craves
in battles to fight
My words are the dwarfs
that linger in tales
humbly awaiting
for a part to be played
My words are my prayers
that hope to reach God
but stumbling on clouds
they fall on the ground
My words are my fleet
in oceans and storms
with sails that have torn
the winds from the North
My words are the wings
of a bird that can't fly
and it stays perched
by the sea its whole life
alexandros filippakis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-words-18/
