Words of Woe

			Why so complex?
	
			One word
			Sets off explosions in another's head -
			Their problems,
			Fears
			And hates
			Rise to the surface
			And flow out in response
			To this single word of woe.

			I float along on this current,
			Not knowing where it is taking me,
			Unaware of what it is doing
			Until it is too late -
			I have reached the sea,
			And begin drifting out.

			Maybe next time I will manage
			To keep my head above water -
			It does not matter now -
			I am changed, for better or worse.
			I could fight my way back to the river,
			But I'm not sure if I still want to.
	
			I find my way back to shore,
			And as I wander away
			My mind does begin to flow
			With nemeses to these words of woe.