There are words,

That have no voice.

No ears want to,

Unravel their meaning.

So, they drift like a fog,

A cloudy day,

That never ends.

Volumes of words,

Never written,

Ink and pen can’t capture them.

They are untamed, ferocious in their actions,

Hide when they float near,

Run,

Take cover.

Don’t dare to let them be heard.

Lest you are trampled,

Left in the dust,

And their message, like a dirt devil,

Disappears.