Pick and
Chew
And
Tear away
Slicing
Through
Thin
Skin
With
Words
We
Say
Emboldened
By
The verbal
Foray
Exposing
Soft spots
To
Light of
Day
Old wounds
Reopened
To fresh
Decay
Hurt
Feelings
Left in
Disarray
Our
Souls
The price
Eventually
To pay
Like this:
Like Loading...
Raw, deep, and true.
LikeLike
Thanks. I appreciate your comment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As always, you find the best descriptive words! š
LikeLiked by 1 person
As always, your kind support is appreciated!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My part is easy- you do all the work! š You’re my favorite blog-poet!! šš
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, thanks again!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is exactly what I feel about the critics. It is what they are doing. But you know what? They are paying the price, not their victims. xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
I believe that is true, also.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, the poem is amazing
LikeLike
I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is so deep. The last paragraph speaks volumes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. I appreciate your comment!
LikeLiked by 1 person