Like a knife they cut quick

Sinking deep into skin..

Our words can have power

And, destroy what’s within.


They will  bend the mind

Sending passion to ruin

As the gentlest souls

Will seek their undoing.


For do not whisper of love..

Nor compassion embrace

While the tongue is still sick..

With deceit.. and such hate.


So be still those words…

That lay prey on the weak,

Seek out your own mind….

To hear what you speak.

-Antony  King © 2017













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