Realigning

When Words Die

There are situations you’re in
Words fail you to describe

When you experience the heat of life
Only a chest heave will suffice

Sometimes, you survive, a narrow escape!
And only God has the narratives

And when caught up in dirty webs
The tongue will die like a door knob

I know a way however to awaken the word
Tell it a juicy lie about a friend

Bose