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.