Filled With Words

There is something about words that leave me gasping,
Like I’m searching for air
But my mouth is instead filled with words,
Words that are never spoken.

Falling through words,
Touching upon them with feather light touches
But never fully acknowledging them,
As if they exist without really existing.

Screeching through meanings,
Wondering why, just why are words so important
What about feelings?
What about expression without words?

Bathing through the impact,
The influence the letters leave us with,
The effect the syllables take on us,
There is nothing significant about them.

Are words necessary?
Is it mandatory to use them?
Or should we search instead for
The truth?

The truth which cannot be expressed
Through the words that we use
But instead through
The consistency of
Our feelings.