Words Hurt
It seems like your weapon of choice
You've shot me where it hurts most,
the mind
I am wounded
I can't seem to heal
The pain lingers
every time I return to the battlefield
that we call school
No doctor can heal me
for this is a wound that cannot be seen
The injury has spread,
to the heart
it infects my thoughts, my dreams
Comrades look at me, pity me
as I pass by in the halls
What could they do?
They think they have no authority
but there is strength in numbers
Who's in charge?
Where are the lieutenants?
Someone help me
There must be a cure
The pain is killing me
Don't you know,
Words hurt?
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Kaax, this is a truly great poem! It did indeed reach and surpass expectation.
ReplyDeleteKaaxi :) This is so great! love it.
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