YET ANOTHER POEM ABOUT WORDS

Sometimes words dont fall off so easily
Like rain.
They just go around in circles,
Where is the start?
And where there is no ending.

Words,
They decide to cower in fear.
And run for the loop,
As doubts creep in, in jolts/fright
In the middle of conversations.

Words,
They shook
In desperation,
As the attempt to convince
Fades,
Defeated and futile.

Words
They fail to express,
Feelings that are as complicated as,
Raining-sunshine-bursting-loneliness-happy

But words,
Are for the conversationalists
The weaponry
Of massacre or conviction.
Able to manipulate
Or motivate
Depending on its intention.

As for the loud minds
And the silent,
Words are of terror.
Something to fear when spoken.
Like a kraken that bites.
The edges, unrefined and raw.

Words spoken by the quiet,
Are foreign to the ears
Of the extroverts.
It transcends beyond any form of sense.

Just like how this poetry
Means nonsense to the masses
But only those who attempt,
Can understand.