Offum Peter Francis|3 August 2016
Day by day you throw them at me,
You shoot bitter words at me,
Words like missiles targeted at me,
Words like fiery darts directed at me,
Words as sharp as a new razor blade,
Cutting keenly,
Piercing the core of my heart,
Poisonous words,
Defying all proven antidotes,
Vitriolic words,
Words designed to leave me lacerated,
Words with an aim to get me mutilated,
Heavy words,
Coming like a deluge,
Targeting my spine,
Just to crush me into pieces.
Such are the stinking words you utter.
You pelt pebbles,
You vent venom,
You cast aspersions,
You spew vituperation,
It appears your case is that of verbal diarrhoea.
You're an expert at slander and backstabbing!
You have a sinister motive to ;
to break me
to crush me
to grind me
to burn me.
I won't hold my own,
I won't fight back,
I'll smile and say,
LOVE CONQUERS ALL!
NO HARD FEELINGS!!
Offum Peter Francis
Is a Poet & Social Commentator
