Mar 2015
Scorched
Flames swallow my heart and soul
As you hurl hateful words in anger
Words that never die and live on
In my memory
Like glowing embers
They keep hurting
Slowly but surely
They hurt
Is it that you hate me?
Is it really so?
Is that why you hurl words
Hurtful words
Sharp as knife
****** deep into my heart
Not satisfied
You take hold of the handle
And twist it right in
Till it cannot be pulled out
By any force on earth
Never wanting to stop
You keep twisting and turning
In anger and hate
Your words **** me
And suffocate my living spirit
Scorched
I am alive but still dead
Are you happy now?
Flames swallow my heart and soul
As you hurl hateful words in anger
Words that never die and live on
In my memory
Like glowing embers
They keep hurting
Slowly but surely
They hurt
Is it that you hate me?
Is it really so?
Is that why you hurl words
Hurtful words
Sharp as knife
****** deep into my heart
Not satisfied
You take hold of the handle
And twist it right in
Till it cannot be pulled out
By any force on earth
Never wanting to stop
You keep twisting and turning
In anger and hate
Your words **** me
And suffocate my living spirit
Scorched
I am alive but still dead
Are you happy now?
Some people hurt the others so deeply with their hateful words and try to **** the spirit of life in them. Such people do exist on earth and take great pleasure to hurt the other. I wrote this poem thinking of the person who is the target, the suffering soul.
