they're imaginary dew drops
on dirt stained grass
unveiling a fate of not
spiders but their webs
thinking themselves gutsy but
rendered forever cowards
those minds full of abuses unuttered.
they shatter the glass and also the
sights windows once did behold.
no longer unuttered
like poisonous storms in mid july.
erupting like lava from volcanoes
once thought dormant.
competing with the carmine swords
in the battlefields,
not so much as aiding the soldiers
already wounded
these abuses unuttered
hadst poisonous tear do fall.
bestially medicine to immature mind
but habitual bullets to the victim soul.
cuts and bruises to the enemy
but scars eternal to the thinker,
of abuses unuttered.
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Поэзия#132 in poetry {as of may 31 2016} ×× poetry from the soul quotes from the heart spontaneous art from the being ❄
