The Beating (9 June 2006)

Words fell like sharp stones
Cutting into a wounded soul
Shattering a fragile ego

Silent tears dropped
Deeper in the darkness
A prayer for a peaceful end lay in wait

Words like stones carelessly tossed
Into the air and back again
A spray of bullets

The end to the pain
Required thought and kindness
But none thought to be kind


About Julirose

Amateur word arranger, avid number cruncher, and science fiction and fantasy enthusiast.
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