English poetry, Mindful

Injured Soul


A blow was given hard,

A kick so merciless,

A punch forcing blood,

A collision of might,

A phrase like a sword,

A word like a dagger,

Behavior like a stomp,

Taunts like a cell,

Smiles like scratches,

Loneliness like a ditch,

No hope for any goodness here,

So sleep soul in tears,

Choose nature as a peer!

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