A Hurtful Word
Oh, the pain of a hurtful word,
To the heart everything becomes so blurred.
Once the dart has been thrown,
And from the heart you can feel it groan.
What should have been a sunny day,
Now has been turned to gray.
No more can I hear children laughing,
Instead old arguments rehashing.
All my emotions, laying ripped to shreds on the floor,
the agony I feel all the way to the core.
I have always heard that time heals,
I do not know; I think it only conceals.
Oh, the pain of a hurtful word.
© Deborah Seale Miller
Copyright © Deborah Seale | Year Posted 2020
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