Random Poems

#1

The words won't come. I know I have
To speak, but they're stuck. The words. They're thick. Thick with emotion. Full Of meaning. Full on embrace. But they Feel nothing. No hearts. No brains. No People. They're gone. "Gone with the Wind," she says.
Gone.
I stand still. Still with the earth. The Earth that we embrace. The earth that Embraces us. Every breath,
Every meaningless action, every lost Word, is gone with the wind, gone with The wind on the earth.
This God. This wordless God. The One That created. The earth that He Created. The words that are gone.
And the earth.
The words that God created to cure us
Are thick in our remaining mouths to Cry out our meaningless words to the Lost winds and skies and seas around Us for all the years to come.

Hey whoever is reading this. Whoever you are, I must say thank you for reading this as it is my first book. Actually, this isn't a book at all. I am better at poems than long stories so I was planning on writing a poem for each chapter. How does that sound?
P.S. Sorry about the choppy sentences
-Sarah