Little boy

Dumbfounded, I am,
at the idiocy you reek
of every time you open
your mouth and speak

With no love in your heart
or grace on your lips,
vocabulary flows
with the poison it drips

Stricken of compassion
Tho’ compassion was all you knew,
bitterness is now your bed
and your words, like a sword, run through

Clouded in misery,
insecurity your plight,
you defend your vulnerability
Is that why you fight?

Who are you engaging
if not your darkest soul?
You’ll never find peace.
You will never be whole.

© The Drummer Poet


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