A pebble cast, a careless fling,
Ripples outward, a fleeting thing.
To wound another, a simple art,
A thoughtless word, a poisoned dart.
But depths unseen, where shadows creep,
A soul is stirred from slumber deep.
The stone descends, with silent force,
Unraveling life’s fragile course.
Beneath the surface, pain resides,
A chasm opens, where sorrow hides.
Each passing day, a heavier weight,
A wound inflicted, sealed by fate.
So ponder well, before you throw,
The ripples caused, the undertow.
For every stone that finds its sea,
A heart may drown in agony.