empty words

ashes and promises share a bond, through the winds of change, words are blown away, when visions that should be, are tattooed in your mind, the power to let go, is sometimes hard to find, the answer cannot be found, in the writing of others, or the words of a trained mind, in a precious world of memories, we find ourselves confined, claws so razor sharp, ripping at the spirit, promises a potential to hurt, is anything real?, when forever is to be until, deep inside, in the world of empty words. no escaping from those haunting, empty words. do you ever feel it?, a craving that is so strong, to by thought rewind in order to find, expectations that shined through the doubt, that soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth, when tomorrow comes, to be and we are left, standing on our own-, and seeing what is real. the answer cannot be found, in the writing of others, or the words of a trained mind, in a precious world of memories, we find ourselves confined, claws so razor sharp, ripping at the spirit,