Poetry: Painted Words

I wish I could paint it… in a picture.
Hateful words—Hurtful words.
Words that are, carelessly thrown from an open mouth.
Words that cut, right through to the soul.
The way they bleed internally.
Some will never allow the invisible scars, to be visible.
Some will never know, it steals one’s, soul.
I wish I could show, how hurtful, hateful words,
look on canvas and how the paint flows over ridges.
How something so colorful, becomes black droplets.
Maybe no one would want to throw words, without thinking.
©Linda J. Wolff – http://www.urbanpoetry2017.com



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2 replies

  1. Reblogged this on newauthoronline and commented:
    This poem by Linda Wolff speaks for itself.

    Liked by 1 person

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