A WORD TO THE WISE

Words, words, words,
All seemingly inane.
But making perfect sense,
To the deranged or insane.

Ears that discern,
The desperate desire,
In the smallest whimper, 
Or the gentlest sigh.

Fear, doubt and despair,
The demons loose from his lair.
A dark day on a desolate plain,
Richly sewn with the seeds of pain.

Dartherino
December 2009