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


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