I understand
That people
Can be insecure.
I understand
That anger
Is powerful
But taking it out
On others
Will just spread hate
Like acid rain.
Every time someone is hurt
By words
Or fists,
It's like
A gunshot
To the heart,
Gushing rage
Like fountains of
Thick
Hot
Blood.
This is why
Horrible things happen.
This is why
Hearts break.
Words are water,
Helpful, healing.
Sometimes suffocating,
Deadly.
And I
Am d r o w n i n g
In hateful words.
YOU ARE READING
rain
Poetrypoems from dreams and nightmares flow from pen to page incredible rainbows of words painting pictures in my head they can make or break a story swirls of light and dark like fresh sweet air or suffocating fog how is it that pain can be so poetic?
