Burdened With the Unsaid Once the Invitation Was Revoked

 
What is the point of words?
limitless and yet limiting

regardless of skilled tongue or language,
they will forever fail to truly convey
love, hurt, pain, disappointment or joy
as compared to how these things are experienced...
lived?

What is the point of words,
when ego, societal obligations
learned behaviors
tie the tongue
creating a damn against all left unsaid

leaving one to stew in the offal of their own mental juices

forever locked in on projected conversations and assumed intents?

What is the point of words
when once said can cause elation or pain
only to be shown meaningless when followed by action
or inaction?

What is the point of words
when left unsaid or said
can cause injury or unforeseen consequences?

What is the point?

when we speak with intent, with hope
when we strive to be understood
and continue to fail miserably?

What is the point of words,

when a kiss, a touch

can undo, remake and give birth to

an entire imagined future of improbabilities?

Best to Hush... say nothing, feel everything
purge and overcome the inner dialogue
as the mind is not your friend 

for left unattended
it will take every opportunity to create self flagellating words 

meant to undo your peace. 

Occupy your mind and your hands

as they are liars too.