Petty Little World
Whispers passing from broken ear to broken ear.
Words laced with knives ready to pierce.
the devil's comedy station.
Malicious smiles mask the pain of the last blow.
Snarky remarks through all mediums.
Words of hate in black flashing letters lay upon a colorful screen.
Or sayings of detest flying around.
I hate her,
she hates you,
I hate her,
she hates you.
She said
he said
she is such a
Why would she do that
How dare he
She will pay for that
Words rolling around in my head,
ears in anguish hearing them whisper.
Not involved, but affected.
Whole lives revolving around spoken enmity.
joy fostered from the win of a battle.
While their selfish war proceeds on,
destroying all and any who get in their way.
Hours spent,
data wasted,
mindless acts dominating the stream of life.
Voices competing to beat down on the other.
On the other side of the world,
People vie for food,
Walk miles for water,
Wear same thing for years.
Yet, focus holds on what the appearance of the moment.
What a strange world I've fallen into.
What a Petty little world, before my eyes.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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