In a day,
One can say,
Words enough to take your breath away,
And turn your heart to a disarray,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt,
This be not true but rather far off,
For these words they say quite curt,
Adhesive they stick,
Like thorns they prick,
Doing damage incomparable to stones,
The clocks of sanity tick tick tick,
Till your time has all run out,
They see your lies,
Can you hear there cries? ,
With agony to painful to shout,
You spit out a phrase,
Thinking it'd not but daze,
Criticizing all that I've ever been about,
Everything you despise,
Will you just look into my eyes? ,
Obviously I'm not standing as stout,
No longer am I alive,
When finally you turn your head,
But alas, Its to late, I am already dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem