Words

Words that rhyme.
Words that don't.
Words remembered,
and words I wrote.
Here lie words
I've buried since.
Here are words
I won't rescind.
Beauty's gone.
Hope has fled.
Sanity left me
around some bend.
Now to sit here,
think,
and pray,
and somehow remember
my words won't stay.

Words work wonders,
like cuts and scrapes.
Words are miracles
- Imaginary breaks.
Some use razors,
some use sins,
but I've discovered
my favorite are pens.