i was brutally attacked
the other day
though people were unable to see my wounds
i was assaulted by words
strung together in careless sentences
they made vicious weapons
of various differences
these word solders lined up
ready and eager
when they attacked
it was graceful and ruthless
the solders
burnt
my mind
slashed
my self-consciousness
left my feelings
gasping for breath
pummeled my heart
the wielder of these word solders
was blind to my brimming tears
and hurt expressions
as my attackers continued
to rip my insides
i had to
protect my fort
from further damage
i ushered my mind into a cellar,
carried my
self-consciousness and gasping feelings
into the doors of my heart
here:
it was total lockdown
windows were shuttered
doors were double locked
my retreat was noticed
they now knew damage was done
but not the
spectrum it was on
they knew enough to see it hurt.
they strolled up to my heart in lock-down
slowly with a white flag
as they came closer i unlocked and looked
through the peephole
there they were
asking "what's wrong?"
saying sorry in a roundabout way
i opened the door for them to enter
we embraced
i took a closer look at the flag
it was white
but around the edges
it was red
there would be more attacks where this came from
//... //
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
i was brutally attacked
the other day
though people were unable to see my wounds
i was assaulted by words
strung together in careless sentences
they made vicious weapons
of various differences
these word solders lined up
ready and eager
when they attacked
it was graceful and ruthless
the solders
burnt
my mind
slashed
my self-consciousness
left my feelings
gasping for breath
pummeled my heart
the wielder of these word solders
was blind to my brimming tears
and hurt expressions
as my attackers continued
to rip my insides
i had to
protect my fort
from further damage
i ushered my mind into a cellar,
carried my
self-consciousness and gasping feelings
into the doors of my heart
here:
it was total lockdown
windows were shuttered
doors were double locked
my retreat was noticed
they now knew damage was done
but not the
spectrum it was on
they knew enough to see it hurt.
they strolled up to my heart in lock-down
slowly with a white flag
as they came closer i unlocked and looked
through the peephole
there they were
asking "what's wrong?"
saying sorry in a roundabout way
i opened the door for them to enter
we embraced
i took a closer look at the flag
it was white
but around the edges
it was red
there would be more attacks where this came from
//... //
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