choppy

they come up to the surface;
my thoughts calling like siren songs,
dreams distantly waking me
words that will never be spoken
oh, why does my tongue
lose it all in the
annunciation?

they flow not like lyrics,
carefully rhymed and timed,
instead they come out like
choppy water drowning
every
single
syllable

drawing out the chasm
between my mother and I

oh mother, why do you leave
me speechless?
you save your words
to inflict pain on me
like the way I do
to
you