Your words are like poison tipped darts,
A venomous flow that tears us apart,
Your meaning unclear, a riddle to unravel,
Leaving us lost, our patience to unravel.
You speak in circles, a maze to navigate,
A tangled web of lies and hate,
Your words, a storm that darkens the sun,
We're left in your wake, battered and undone.
Your tongue is a weapon, sharp and unkind,
Spewing forth insults, leaving wounds behind,
Your voice a bell, tolling a mournful knell,
We grow more enraged, as you weave your spell.
Your speech is a burden, an unwelcome weight,
A blight upon our souls, a terrible fate,
Your words, a curse that cannot be undone,
We pray for silence, for the peace to come.
©jamielong
J