What Words Can Do
It may be true that sticks and stones break my bones
But words will always hurt me
Some try to pick me up
But I stumble and trip
Till I fall again
Deeper and deeper
Sinking into this black pond
That's growing into a ocean
The words that I herd
Filling me with hate
I try to escape your grip
But these chains that bind me
Keep there hold
pulling my soul
into this black pit
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
