Hurt Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Hurt

From the tongues of monstrous old scars spits fiery embers onto my gains,
Setting alight even the smallest piece of joy that pitifully remains.
Everything I ever thought was the truth of me has burned down to ashes,
My face rubbed into the dirt of my wrongs, salt poured on my gashes.

“Hide your faces, he is coming to thwart your deeds of righteousness! ”
Yet one does not obey this command, so the others follow in likeness.
Thus the deeds which were intended were swallowed up to be gone,
The minds of the once innocent were flooded with The Wrong.

Enemies, the battle will be bittersweet, and the journey everlasting,
You will hear the sound of my arsenal of words, unmercifully blasting.
“Fire! ” Destruction. Pain. Death. Have you met me before?
Uncomfortable house, uncomfortable people, altercations behind closed doors.