~ On Hurtful Words ~
Quite sour, the words that fall in jest
And drops upon those with no contest
So sour are those which born of hate
Do flower from that tree passed down
Where Love and violence, a breeding ground
Coexist, and dare to procreate..
But stronger still, in wrath and screams
Forcing the meek to rebel in dreams
A temporary fix, deep inside
Festers a dormant retaliation
A steely shell repelling conflagration
Causing hibernating violence to come alive...
In its finality, before the gale
Actions form, with thoughts to impale
And in its ugliness bring ideas that kill
Then, a sudden outburst and out comes a knife
The rage unchecked, she stabs him twice
Such are the efforts of a broken will....
A regimen of screams, often unheard
A foundation built on hurtful words
Tony Taylor
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great writ tony... sometimes I feel like she's ready to fight for me and other times I feel like she's fighting against me, it's confusing but I may have to love someone knew, if you say you love someone you better mean it and start believing in that particular someone! any sign of doubt all turns sour