Errors

These words that flow over paper and screen;
I write them continuously, to spread my messages to all who will listen.
However, I read and re-read them again and again, so that I may not forget.
And as I read my flowing words, I find them so dark and looming!

If I could make a person of my words, maybe it would be a tall, noble fellow?
Or a dark and seedy person of malevolent discontent?
The eyes would burn of a fiery passion, and pierce all those who meet it's gaze.
Maybe this person would let colour flow from themself.

I should hope that to gaze upon this person of words,
One would not break down in sorrowful despair!
These words were designed by a crude hand,
of pure intent.

So remember, when gazing upon these words of mine,
That I am but a child among giants.
My words are those of the unrefined!
They are meant to bring joy amongst the darkness.

So remember...