Salty puddles, salty tears,
Dusty waters, muffled ears.
I hear words that sound like spears,
Jabbing claws, lightning shears.
I make sounds that mimic hope,
Climbing up, deep deep slope.
Rough and tumble on words I choke,
Spitting back, filter broke.
I cry out with piercing shrieks,
Reaching out, fire peaks.
Such loud sounds, my pen speaks,
Pouring out, relentless leaks.