Capable of carrying weight and power, but
only when allowed by the
speaker, the
receiver.
A thump to the chest, the
sinking feeling as
the world rises to crush with
gripping tentacles that drag down to drown.
The decision of whether words drip like venom, or
become a soothing salve for
cracking hearts is
yours, and yours alone.
Words are not inherently infallible,
just sounds and symbols in which we place
meaning.
But don’t over-analyze;
they’re all made up anyway.
by Erik Shinker
Haha. They are definitely all just made-up stuff. I try to come up with new ones all the time to break the hum-drum but it’s not so easy. Great poem!
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