Thursday, August 11, 2016

No heal, no repair



That the written word
could reverberate  loud
louder than thunder

That the written word
could scorch right through the soul
leaving in its wake raw , acrid blisters

That the written word
could leave one writhing
in painful anguish

That the written word
could fester and foment
as scratches on the heart

for a long time to come...



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