Breaking Wheel
Faultfinding words—the sticks; reproachful glances—the stones,
each one flung through visors of human blinders.
Every emotional prick they create shatters the bones
as one more revolution of the breaking wheel is entire.
Seeing all and sundry as a personal jester,
hunting down their weaknesses for personal entertainment;
but to poach each and every one you see is a pester
that will ultimately land you in social containment.
At long last your emotional torture mars no one but you—
holding you captive in your limited thought.
Following the judging and bludgeoning you will come to rue
that your shallow heart merely led you to naught.
Copyright © Rachael Mckinney | Year Posted 2011
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