From thy life, from those around thee...?
Harsh words spill from thy mouth...
But tis thy sword as sharp as thy tongue...?
Nay, nay to thou and thy speech...
As to now and from now beyond...
Every uneven word they speak...
Shall the pain of a thousand blades strike thee...
And for those that laugh upon thy...
Shall they see the punishment throught the takers eye...
Crouched down so lower than thine...
They crack smiles that dwindle what was once mine...
(Yay! the first posting and all the way from Tennessee. I received the text with this poem in the locker room of my gym in Calgary, AB Canada...Thanks Racheal)
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