Go if you must
But you shall not come back
For you have saddened us today
Your sharp pointed tongue has shot arrows tonight
Now dead we all must lay
No, do not return
For when you arrive your arrows must retreat back to you
And when you come
You must find dead ourselves and you,
Only laughed upon by wicked arrow's burn
**okay, so recently, I have been having no control over my tongue. I have been pushing people away without any actual reason. I have been harsh towards my mother, and everyone around me in fact. It was only when my sister came to scold me that I realised how much I had hurt my mother.
The outcome was this poem, the theme of which is very simple
"Words can kill".
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A Few Seconds of Life
Short StoryEver thought what value a few minutes, or heck! even a few seconds of life hold? Stories and Poems bought together from even the smallest or least valuable to the deepest thoughts of life. So, why not appreciate the movement, why not share the grief...
