I Wish My Words Could Scream

I wish my words could scream,
or burn with a fierce bright light
that would force you
to accept their meaning.

I wish my stanzas would pulsate,
and throb with a neon veracity
that would grab your vacillating gaze
and not let you turn away.

I wish that their reason
would capture you,
and bind you in compelling spell
cast on you by their truth.

I fear, though, that my words
fall short, and you, once more
repeat your foolish mantra
that I’m wrong, and you’re still right.