I ate my words

I ate my words but could not them digest

The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed

As if I tried to pierce another’s skin

Which was already dry, and too,too tthin

Better edit what we say with care

Even those we love we must not scare

Take for granted nothing we adore

But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore

Do not sink into the mud and dross

Despite we each must carry our own cross

For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf

The silence speaks, it does not cause distress

On the sands, we watch small children play

Bringing blood back to our faces grey