A bruised soul
Accosted on a daily basis
By uncaring charlatans
And well meaning fools
Backed into a corner
Of undisguised contempt
And boot treaded ambition
Zero tolerance is declared
Whilst thugs rampage unchecked
Creating mayhem
Intentional and unintentional
The victims cringing in anticipation
Of the next frontal onslaught
Or knife in the back
Silently, in fear of retribution
Never enjoying the sport
Or humour of the jests
Contemplating oblivion as the solution
suicide is the answer to lots of problems which have no easy answers or inexpensive or workable solutions! sad for some, but true, i think. i think (hope) i've never been a bully, intentional or otherwise, but my mate may would probably say otherwise! ! bri :) p.s. i hope you have not been bullied out of PH.
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A refined poetic imagination, Robert. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.