Like the seas that's constantly hitting the rocks,
some miscellaneous words does curse us,
striking harder, and harder enough,
the depths that they cause are uncertain.

All those times when I listened to the sea,
all that i could hear are voices,
constantly crying, unable to sing;
and we as it's audience are helpless,
we can only see them,
see them through our smaller eyes,
and our visions shall once fade away;
but this bluish green skin of the sea stays even mightier than we do.
Similar to those words, that was once said to us,
larger than our moments of happiness,
it can strangle us by the throat,
the pain that oozes out from every thought of it,
stinking,
pricking,
solemnly leaving us to our infernos, which
lights within us during the nights when asleep.

Some words like them hurt us,
evenmore than we do believe.

© thepoetharri