The Bully

Everybody knows him... but we usually just stand down.

Careless, thoughtless heart...

 

Grave effect for each decision,

Misplaced words create division,

Tongues of fire never ceasing,

With each lash, the pain increasing.

 

Spoken like a son of Satan,

Piercing, slicing, breaking, baiting,

Without thought and slight of care,

Leaving carnage everywhere.

 

But careful glances turn away,

Shrinking back… what should one say?

Would a word to disagree,

Direct that sharpened tongue at me?

 

And should I care enough to speak,

Against the cad would knees go weak?

Or would I talk the devil down,

And smash his words into the ground?

 

And if it should descend to blows,

Would I prevail? No one knows!

I would have truth upon my side,

At least to know that I had tried…

Reviews

[emz]

This was brilliant... your rhyming was impeccable.... i loved it.




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[vanishing]

There is a lesson in your words here
as well as a messege implying the power of words
and how people often use them to ill effects
much times acting like the devil himself
the rhyme form is captivating and well written
This is an excellent poem
much to ponder-much to gain
thank you