But it’s my skin you’ve bruised,
my temple you’ve trespassed.
My soul you’ve crushed
and my glass you’ve shattered.
My confidence confused;
my leadership surpassed.
My patience rushed
and my strength now battered.
Take a hammer to an organ.
Pull the head off a rose.
Lay a hand on a child
to bring childhood to a close.
The world’s a little darker
when there’s clouds and no stars.
Souls less healed
when you’re out to cause scars.
ScribblyMind Poetry 