Power To Hurt Poem by R B Seals

From lips terse she would declare
Harsh words that brought despair;
Likened to winter's willful wind,
Her purpose to crassly cut, to rend,
To slice headlong through my heart.
No straighter path could she chart.

Coldly, she acted her plan of pain.
To this end, she would not wane
As she voiced each callous remark
Like chilling winds in winter's dark
Void of feeling, remorse, or care—
A love disparaged in the frigid air.