Accusation is an acquisition to be placed and earned,
it leaves a sting on the skin like a slap to your wrist,
leaving a mark un-searched by the human eye not to be yearned,
not visible nor confusable,
It's harsh words, false and true,
leaving one feeling small and confused....
You see, it leaves a mark
much more prominent then any wound you could ever attain,
It's a strike to the heart; a feeling so deep,
as if you were falling a thousand feet,
the disposition of an accusation is of ones disconcerting position...
YOU ARE READING
Just random stream of thoughts
Poetrymy exploration of poetry and perhaps short stories? I'll write all forms of poetry, but mostly free verse and haiku's because that's what I'm currently most familiar with! ; ) Enjoy!
