The Mortal Wounds. Poem by Thomas Northx
The Mortal Wounds.
Life and death behold the tongue,
that maim destroy and kill.
They will leave those hidden wounds,
that time can never heal.
I've been shot, stabbed and stoned,
with scars that fade away.
but there's a death that come from words,
we hear our loved ones say.
Word's aren't like a hit and run,
they fester and make their home,
in the soul of who you are,
they build their catacombs.
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