Barbed Arrows Poem by Not Long Left

From your hate driven position
you project barbed arrows.

The tip dipped in poisened words
that peirce skin and burn deep

paralysed I make moves to remove
the hate, to reason your action

and justify your means. Delerious
with shock I rive inside watching

as you storm off victorious, only
your once trusted perfume remains.

Slowly I strain to disengage the
darts of spite, some snap and a

little of their venom remains travelling
through veins harrasing the heart.

I limp to my shelter spinning in anger
sharpening my words, awaiting your return.