Guest antibarbie Posted January 22, 2008 Share Posted January 22, 2008 Words penetrate my defenses, my vulnerabilities stark naked. Frozen in fear; like a child awkwardly awaiting punishment, for offenses beyond my control. I search your eyes for mercy, and find an icy blue tundra. No compassion could grow here, only the weeds of disdain. Mortal wounds can be words, and memories can be parasites. You struck a fatal blow to my ego, without ever raising your hand. Victorious, you loom before me. Your feigned concern mocking my pain, and face contorted with rapture. So, who is the ugly one now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MathGeek Posted January 22, 2008 Share Posted January 22, 2008 Nice effort. I can sense the pain from those words. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NoNameSam Posted January 23, 2008 Share Posted January 23, 2008 It's called free-verse, and nicely done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zefferus Posted January 23, 2008 Share Posted January 23, 2008 Intense, evocative and probably cathartic. I definitely relate. Good job! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jchpiper Posted January 23, 2008 Share Posted January 23, 2008 Dittos here!!! Intense and vivid imagery. The old 'sticks and stones' saying is a lie....poignantly stated through your words. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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