Word and Thought

 

I voice it,

I spew it,

I speak it the only way I can,

Unfiltered,

 

I sit,

I walk,

I form thoughts deformed not,

Informed, perhaps,

 

It’s trashy,

It’s cold,

My extent’s impaired at times,

Biased, I’d say so,

 

I form words,

From these thoughts,

That hurt them,

Or bring dawn,