A Crumbling Precipice

A single tear creeps unbidden
And paves a path
Upon a weary cheek
Is there no respite
From these Your jagged words?
I stand near the edge of
A crumbling precipice
And who am I to argue
With the Fates?
Think You that I for this situation
Wished?
I was placed here as is
With no choice, no explanation
And weariness and sorrow consume me
Will not You for this evening
Still Your tongue?
If You've an ounce of softness left..let me be
For I cannot
Your speeches leave me in the most
Acutely depressed state
And these situations press against me
Coming from all directions of the known world
I stand teetering by the edge.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

ohh such a little story you turn it into a beautiful writing..
yes words maybe so strong..words may cut into us like a sharp knife
or even stronger and we just stand there and not know what to do
or how to defend ourselves..they take all your defences from you
what more to say ,and here come tears to drop..we just fall for it
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, as always, Blues :) I am honored that You find it so ..thank You..
How often words hurt much more than any bodily injury ....

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Yes...I feel that You truly do understand...
But people..are difficult to change..and..we must somehow bear these words...there is perhaps some good that comes out even from this ... a lesson in patience, civility...and sometimes...a piece of poetry

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. if only those words were different ... if only they weren't marinated in rage ... if only they could pause and reflect ... if only he or she who owned them ... gave them a thought before flinging them ... i know exactly what you mean ... the intensity of this verse is gut wrenching ... these word storms are damaging beyond measure ...