Harsh words

Harsh words

Crumple faces and burst bubbles.

They fly on hot air,

And as they hiss out

The world is poisoned.

Egos are flattened,

Steamrollered,

Trampled beneath

Lines, trotted out,

And dragged through a

Pig trough.

Derisory snorts,

Delivered from between

Pressed lips,

Cut like scissors,

Wielded by warthogs.

They make a sound,

Like cats and dogs,

With half as much sense,

The atmosphere,

Heavy and tense.

When each word spoken

Is twisted and broken.

Like slivers of glass,

Angry, wicked and crass.

Every jagged edge,

Pushing you further

Onto the ledge,

And making it

Harder to climb down.

Get a megaphone,

Broadcast it across town.

Even when you know,

Deep inside,

In the place you always

Try to hide,

You want it to stop,

Let it drop.

And just as you think

You have the right words,

They get stuck in your throat.

You reach for your coat,

Flounce out in a huff.

Without it, you would be in the buff,

But you are too wound up

To notice.

Half way down the street,

With nothing on your feet

But slippers.

It is getting cold,

You are much too old,

And the mood has changed,

No longer so bold.

All you want to do is go home,

And say sorry.

But still you worry

It means losing face.

And in truth,

You have forgotten

What the row was about

In the first place.

Harsh words,

Are so absurd,

When you love somebody.

Button it,

Before you lose it.

Get a proper grip,

More kissing, less lip.

Make love, not war,

It is a gift,

You should never abuse,

It can be easy to lose.

And remember,

It is the only trouble

Worth fighting for.

Two people,

Finding a way,

Even through

A dark day,

Their love to keep,

Evermore.

Soul deep.