Dumbstruck
I shall turn a blind eye
and hold my tongue
I'll sharpen my hearing,
breathe deep in my lungs.
My stare will be flat
like the eyes of a shark
and you'll feel a chill,
both icy and dark.
I'll gather each word
like beads on a string,
a necklace of nouns
and verbs in a ring.
I'll keep my face blank,
an inscrutible mask,
I will not speak,
no questions I'll ask.
You told me one time
you admired my strength,
but that's just my wall
of great thickness and length.
My wall does have cracks
and occasional chinks,
old mortar has crumbled,
stones fall and then sink.
Words are the weapons,
so carelessly thrown,
like heat seeking missiles
they cut to the bone.
Life is a river,
a fast moving creek,
it tosses and tumbles
all those that are weak.
Now I am a stone,
a smooth river rock,
your words like the water
are given no thought.
As the waters rush by,
the stones do not care,
nor does the water
know that they're there.
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