What’s Said is Done
They say that our past, is just that;
over, done with, forgotten like yesterday’s trash.
Yet, do they ever think, could they ever know,
what it’s like—to be ridiculed so mercilessly?
Have they ever woken each morning,
drenched in a cold sweat, shaking in fear
of what the day will bring? Have they ever
left their house knowing—torment
was just a block away?
I doubt it. I doubt they know how it feels,
to be the brunt of a verbal barrage,
to be—the target you tossed
your oral napalm towards.
And it stuck…oh, how it stuck
melting into me; burning all
till I felt I had nothing
left to share. It burned
scars into me, that you could not see,
yet I feel them still. Your words,
such torturous intent, have left
a lasting impression upon my soul,
that, no matter how much time passes,
will never be forgotten. I become
just one more casualty
of life’s Word War.
© September 7, 2010 CRF