The words #25

The words were bleak now 

they hold no real form

at least not one that matters

The right words are gone

and so are the rest

they will forever be lost on pages

belonging to the heart 

and not the brain

Will they ever be known?

will it all even matter?

or is it only an end to a sorrow

a beginning for more pain

Let these words be healing 

and let them die

Let it all go away

and let peace in 

Perhaps, then, so will the right words

and to the right mind