Paradox and Oxymoron
Words, oh, cruel words!
Why are you still stuck in such a throat!
You rest and run in my cords,
but you don't dare take a step out
and hurt me like wards.
You block and suffocate my light,
blasting my brain with ballads and burdens
but then; depriving me of a way to fight
and express with ink what I should say with blood.
Such a paradox! An Oxymoron!
That's what I'm doing now!
That's what my brain is thinking about!
But why, why do I still feel like you’re stuck?
Why are you still killing me?
Words, oh, cruel words!
Matilde Avallone