Thursday 7 November 2019

Hurt - A Poem.


Soaring tempers,
senseless fights;
Sour memories
spin like ghouls.

Scornful spurns,
snubbing slights;
Sullen sulks,
moods are foul.

Hurtful words
of chilly nights,
leave bitter tastes
in the soul.

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