Hurtful Words

September 18, 2016 § Leave a comment

Like stones thrown at a hungry dog

Like rain falling on an unfinished roof

Like a river flooding a newly planted field

Hurtful words.

 

They wake you up in the middle of the night

They look for you in every corner of the city

Their sound faster than the light

Hurtful words.

 

Like fine sand entering every corner

Like wet weather for an old man’s bones

Like a wind that dries the greenest garden

Hurtful words.

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