It is not the words that burned
The blaze of hatred Into my heart
From someone one who stands against me
Or hates me for who I am
But the tone of voice
from what is thought
to be a friend.
A tone that is ice
And just as well
could be fire.
It’s destructive force
is the same.
My inner skin peels away
and I melt to oblivion.
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Comments
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This touched me! Its so true... I especially like the last two lines - that is the perfect metaphor to describe the emotions portrayed in this poem.
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Great metaphore and imagery.
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You have captured the essence of those fiery barbs well!!! And the scathing effects caused by those who so carelessly fling them!!!
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Oh my!!! I do love this poem and what it has to say. Funny, I so much agree with every single word and one awful person comes to my mind...you captured my thoughts beautifully!! Great stuff!!!
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