Your Words

Your words sting more than any bee or wasp.

That unbearable pain, that excruciating pain as you

Pierce my heart with your words,

Twisting like a dagger.

Your words, like a feral beast hunting me down,

Chasing me, cornering me in my own fear.

My fear of you, my fear of you and your words.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

I enjoyed all the action verbs in this poem. Sometimes words inspire fear, but more often than not, they inspire a sense of tranquility. Always try to sing your lines to find out if your rhythm may be improved upon by changing the meter of your lines. Just because a free verse poem doesn’t rhyme is no reason to forget about meter if that meter makes your poem flow better. A bee stings to protect her queen and hive at the cost of her life. What would words be protecting?

[Sam.]

Words could, in the case of this poem (which I wrote while really upset), protect one's own insecurities by hurting other people. That's how I think of it at least.

Once again thanks for the feedback :)

[Aethereal]

I understand!