Pain shall not cease
That grips the soul
Barbed memories
Will always bleed
With touch
Serrated words
Slices through
All the intent
Comes to naught
Love transforms to dissent
And tenets become acerbic
Eroding peace
Suffering in silence
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Pain shall not cease
That grips the soul
Barbed memories
Will always bleed
With touch
Serrated words
Slices through
All the intent
Comes to naught
Love transforms to dissent
And tenets become acerbic
Eroding peace
Suffering in silence
