You look to hurt a trusting soul,
going off half crazed into your tirade.
The accusations that you've made
cut deeply, where no healing can be
affected. Words. They hurt; they heal
and they steal any dignity I may have
had left. Now in shame, I realize
I had allowed you to sully
my reputation; my name. Take your attack
back before I take this personally.
© JPW 2013
Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer - Prompt # 235 - "Front" poem
I feel this. Happened to me out of the blue and on the middle step of a moving escalator, last week on a happy beautiful day, which was turned sour by the incident.
ReplyDeleteA stranger lashing out like you describe.Words do hurt, and their impact lasts.