Pain is anything but mutually exclusive
The hand feels the leg; the leg the head
Sting leads back to the chest; to the heart
Life stories told through pictures
Worth a thousand little words
Pointed words that cut to the core
Some come from those we love
Other from those we've never met
But damage done is the same
Some are bold; most are not
Cowards are ignorant assailants
Hiding behind their cyber masks
The soul injured by repeated attacks
A breaking point ensues
Enough too much to tolerate
The world seen through collective eyes
Tained by the acts of a few
Without excision peace may not resume.
No comments:
Post a Comment