It was a wall of words
They wrapped around her like a cocoon
Trampled her in herds
And battered her like a great typhoon
The cocoon suffocated her
Breathing got harder
It was terrible, for sure
A terrible reminder
The herds came strong and fast
They stomped out her hope
Her happiness couldn't last
It was tied up with a rope
The typhoon's fierce storm
Knocked her off her feet
But by now that was the norm
All these bad things, she could not delete
Every other line
Was like a wound from a bullet
And each rhyme
Was like a punch in the gullet
They screamed in her ears
All at once, never ceasing
The pain that they caused
Not once, never easing
Stabs and kicks and jabs
All afflicted her soul
At her wounds she dabs
Never more shall she be whole
Too much was said
And it can't be taken back
It's already in her head
There it is, in her mind, a crack
The words infected her like a disease
Mean ones, she had heard
She just wanted them gone, please
It was so much, what she endured
They never stopped
The words kept coming
Her guard she had dropped
No longer was she running
She was trapped in
There was no way out
Against her was all this sin
and all the people with doubt
And all their mean words
And deathly cocoons
Trampling herds
And great typhoons
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Of Humans and Kings
Poetry"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
