Razor thin lacerations caused by silver shards of rage
black and bleak, thunderstorms boil overhead.
Lightening pierces the evening sky, wordless pain and triumph
yet still I lay here, unable to care.
Bruised and battered is my soul;
broken and shattered is my heart;
If only you had beaten me;
the words you spewed would not reach me.
A thrashing I could have taken.
Bruises and blood fade to remembrance
broken bones can be set and healed
Angry words spoken
leave a chink in the armor I wear.
I cried tears of anger and despair
I cried tears of blood and mayham
I cried tears…..I cried tears…..tears