DEAR WORDSMITH

Dear wordsmith

You’re good I must confess

And I am voluntarily compelled to congratulate your ink for words well-done

But I fear for you

That one day…

One day you’ll abuse me

Relegate me to flatteries and roadside comments

One day you’ll plot your death by trying to mask me

Delete my essence just to suit your whims and caprices

I fear that one day your ink will float

Float the very day you mix me with mud

And try to spew me off your tongue with grey intentions

That one day you will filter me at the boundaries of your thoughts and feed the masses with my chaff

One day you will make me Judas

Conjure me to the foreheads of each you desire

I fear you will use me for rituals

Sacrifice my worth for worldly favors

Use me as bait to manipulate the minds of your victims    18

Make me the pad on your shoulders

And the heels to your feet

Can you allay my fears?

Tell me you’re better off than my ill expectations

Can you erase my worries?

Make me see that I am resting on safe ground