We Maim & Mar
Words flowing at maximum speed
Full steam ahead heart bared, soul freed
Without the implementation of thought
Ends in feelings with sorrow fraught
The phrases are bold and accusing
Stated with emotion instead of musing
The ideas are grandiose with revenge
The sentiment is on a course to avenge
But as these words whistle like steam
They are even hotter than they seem
Not only burning those who are near
But also turning to ashes things held dear
While we just want to get in our dig
Shooting words and talking big
Yet revealing how small minded we are
With cutting words we maim and mar
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Comments1
so very, True!
even with my feeble attempt
at sensitivity and pre-emptive apologies
I fear, the hurt
my words, can cause..
(in Your words, exists
the wisdom that I, seek
dear Poet)
I read and learn, thank you!
LB, so many times I wish I wouldn’t have said what came to mind. I shall forever be a student of life. As always, I appreciate your encouragement. Your words that I read here on this sight motivate and move me. Thank you for being a friend to so many.
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