I cannot sleep.
Words haunt me, and echo in my mind.
I try to free myself of their chains, but they keep me prisoner.
I am forever enslaved by the echo of innuendos.
Entombed by words said and unspoken.
Where is my knight with his gilded sword?
Can he cut me free from the vines of expectation that ensnare me?
Can he slay the dragon that breathes fire into my heart and burns my soul?
Can he save me with the anticipated kiss? The unsaid words laid gently upon my lips?
No, here I shall stay.
It is only I who can free myself.
There is no knight to save me.
Words have sent him away.
Just as words keep me here.
Words can be my friend or my foe.
Words can hold me captive, or set me free.
But in the end, they are only words.