I have been told by some that this poem is very angry and a slap in the face. Please understand that is the point. It is meant to be from another persons point of view. Words that are indeed harsh but still saying, life throws harshness at us, but you must carry on. Keep that in mind when reading this poem, thank you all for reading my work.
Like frostbitten limbs lay bare to the ice cold breeze of a winter’s day
- Cold and without feeling are your words.
As the burnt orange autumn leaves that lay half decayed upon the ground
- So too your words fall flat.
Without neither substance nor imagery; these words that my naked eye follow across
.....Now lick your wounds and learn from this.