These empty words
Fall from my lips
Like so many imperfect pearls.

Instead of wisdom,
They offer lies
And semblances of the truth.

I wish I may,
I wish I might,
With all the strength I have,

But no matter how
I wish tonight,
Nothing will fill them up.

Because real words-
Words with a purpose and plan-
Come from inside

With assurance
And hope
And oft-spoken love;

These of which I have few.

Empty words-
Ambiguous and unsure-
Have similar origins

But get lost
Somewhere
Along the way

Among the uncertainty
And sadness
And solitude;

These of which I have much.