The tongue, an organ
of both pleasure and pain
Words like a sword,
slash and stab.
They render the soul,
empty and hallow.
They wound deeply,
causing great sorrow.
Flippant and casual,
words thrown into the air.
No heed taken
for the person broken.
BARB
Bardouble29 (aka Barb) has always loved to write. Writing has proven to be a way to deal with the tough parts of life. Her poetry tends to be a little on the dark and sad side. She loves making words come alive. But she can be known to throw in poems of other venue.
1 comment:
i can feel the pain in this poem. I really like the rawness of the tongue.
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