sticks and stones may break my bones
but names will never hurt me
we chant as children
to the bullies who taunt us
so not true
what do you do
when the words cut you like a knife
insults spew daily like venom
driving a deeper wedge between
there is no love
only obligation binds the two
and fear
of the threats
and what will surely be lost
trapped
no where to run, no place to hide
frozen, empty, dejected, demoralized, alone
regret
does hope ever truly spring eternal as they say?
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1 comment:
That's beautiful. (I take it things are not going well with either DP or your mom.)
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