Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into me deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape saves me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-words-12/
