Shame
January 25, 2013 § 5 Comments
A tone of voice
And a few thorned words
That I barely meant,
Is enough
For me to feel my self-inflicted whip.
What a fool I can be
When I suddenly forget everything I’ve learned,
Everything I know,
Simply for a tone of voice.
It is not me and it never was,
You are what I care about
So why would I let the enemy of spite
Conquer me for even a moment.
The only lingering lesson
That holds me
As I realise my voice
Is shock and guilt,
And a promise never to do the same.
I like this poetry. Very thoughtful words.
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This is one of my favorites of yours. “thorned words” – beautifully potent imagery.
Wonderfully contrite… I was pulled to moments of similarity, moments of shame. Promises let slip