In an endless maze of winding monologues
your words make their way
through inexplicable passages of your mind
confusing me to no end.

In a flashing thunderstorm of screaming rage
your words angrily tear
through my meager defenses
deeply scarring me.

With a sky full of airy promises
your words float
through the empty space of your honesty
containing no substance.

–  © november child-