Words

Words have shaped me like a sculpture, Like liquid poured into a mold, Words have feasted on my soul crueler than a vulture, Tearing me apart, splitting me open, leaving me exposed, Words more painful than a pus-filled ulcer, Left me trembling, huddled in a corner with my eyes closed. Words have killed me, I was overexposed, My mind slowly rotting, decomposed.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/31/2024 6:48:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Ann Foster

Date: 1/8/2020 9:37:00 PM

Ouch. Wonderfully written... Loads of imagery... excellent... The ouch was the picture I had in my head about decomposed... lol... Ann

Laurice S.
Date: 1/9/2020 12:09:00 AM

Hahaha sorry about that ! Thank you so much for reading it and leaving a comment ^__^