I've held my tongue
and you know what for
air reserved in my lungs
like missing socks in a drawer
the ache and the anger
blend together as one
a dead weighted anchor
the want inside of a gun
patience and forgiveness
hide just under my skin
pain and bitterness
the fingered trigger of sin
holding the peace
the taste of blood in my teeth
justice and release
evading me in my sleep
so when the dust finally settles
we'll see what words will be found
the black pot and the kettle
six feet under the ground
A/N:
Proverbs 18:21 states that "death and life are in the power of the tongue". Words have real consequences and shape the world around us.
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