The power of speech

Is yet to be fully harnessed by men

Like a wild stallion it bucks and flees

Often lashing back and wounding many

Never to be recaptured once released

 

Angered it flees fast

Escaping the gates of one’s mouth

Lashing out at any that hinder it

Causing mass destruction thundering on

Its hooves never turn back, never

 

Passionately said

The stallion bears promises

Vows of undying love and loyalty

Spelling out touching lips and warm embrace

Which more often than not prove false

 

Sorrowful it slows

Its hooves hindered by falling rain

It trudges on: muddy, wet, slipping too

At times it slows and stops, at others trots

Burdened by tears and promises

 

Few men have success

On harnessing this wild strong horse

For words tumble out on unlikely times

When impulsiveness takes over the mind

Best guard your mouth just in case

 

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

Yeah, I like the idea of language being a horse.