Weapon of Affliction~Poem
Don't wait until it's too late.
Weapon of Affliction
I don't need a little dab smeared of rouge.
The darkest of foundation cannot cover the bruise.
Powerless tears, my eyes no longer care,
Looking up I bestow a dreadful blank stare.
Physical weakness is not my reason,
For my central spirit holds the lesion.
External forced blows somehow I can manage.
Phrases of destruction toward me do the most damage.
No shield to stand ground, a battlefield of scars.
Words spit by rage are sometimes more painful by far.
Cruel echoes of hatred is an emotional overload.
Intimidation is power, my weakness you now know.
I was genuine and cared for all. Why did you not see.
Enduring desolation, thanks to you I even despise me.
Laughter, whispers and a little made up song,
Gone are friends, now with you they tag along.
So callously angry, wishing I could stand up and be brave.
Someday I wish life to repay you for the choices you have made.
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