Water World

I’ve spent the last few years perfecting my

speech,

Learning to emote eloquently

Like leading the rapids through stones.

I refuse to feel without meaning;

The water doesn’t cut through without

force so

It doesn’t gush through at once

silently.

Yet I stumble over my words,

Tripping so I lose them forever,

Oh but I know they were words of

use.

But meaning isn’t something to pass on,

It is to transfer

An energy that has no form yet such

force.

Rising from the feet to envelop the

Curses from our mouths.

Like water, words can kill.

Pulling sailors under in such intense

ferocity,

Hammering down on their chests and

invading their hearts.