Bullet Of Words.

Your bullet of words ripped open my heart.
It shattered into a million pieces.
I don’t want to talk about it
but you were cruel to me from the start.

Love is blind
and I could never see
that one day in anger
your hand would speak to me.

There was no “I’m sorry!”
No word of regret.
Life simply continued on as usual
and I wish that I could forget!

I have long forgiven. It is now in the past
through the scene replays in my mind.
I wish I’d never met you
and Fate to me had been more kind.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Words may not break bones, but they can certainly do terrible damage to one's feelings--just like a bullet, as you infer. Hearing a "I'm sorry" may or may not undo the destruction, especially if the offender continues the verbal attacks. I know someone who uses cruel words and insults as weapons and suspect you do, too. I try to let them ricochet off me, but that's often very hard to do. Excellent writing, as always.

[Marie]

Thank you for reading and for an excellent review, Sam. This is an old poem which I composed for an Indian Online Writing Group on which I used to be editor before I became ill. I gave it up afterwards as I wasn't well enough at the time to keep going. I have since left Facebook, but the poem continues to live on my USB flash drive. I agree with everything you so rightly say, Sam. With a very grateful heart, I thank you, dear friend...

[robert harris jr]

great writting context and content spiritual vision