Lighthearted the Listener

My words are like a rope. The more they extend The more they wrap around my throat.  I could wish to show what is; But words begin to tangle And I begin to choke.  Would you please untie the knot? My fingers can't find the finish.  My eyes can't see the start.  Left to my own devices,  I can only sever tongue: Adam's apple teeth unleashing,  Cutting off what kills when caught. Tasteless, speechless,  Silence is my lot. I would rather hear and breathe Than extend the rope Around my throat— Gasping for naught, Grasping at knots— Flailing and failing to find reprieve. --- Whoever restrains his words has knowledge, and he who has a cool spirit is a man of understanding. Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent. Proverbs 17:27-28 The words of the wise are like goads, and like nails firmly fixed are the collected sayings; they are given by one Shepherd. My son, beware of anything beyond these. Of maki...