Words - a poem by Chris Zachariou

An Angry Young Woman

Our only reality— words

their beauty the lovechild of minds alike.

Now a new world is dawning.
The mast that dared touch the sun

is broken and the yellow boat is leaking.

Words of hate, an avalanche of red

and I hear the echo tell me
‘you were never more than just a stranger’.

Our final reality.

The sea swallows all. No trace.

All of the words are gone.

Soft, tender, angry, red and blue;
all at the bottom of the raging green sea.

Silence rules our world again

and in this world the harshest words
have no shape and have no sound.