Words, coming at me.
They hurt, they hurt.
Relentless, cruel
They carve their marks in my soul.

I try to move away, but the words,
They follow me.
They sting me with their barbs.
I weep with the pain they bring.

I cover my ears and close my eyes
And hope they will go away.
But you find me, you push my limbs apart
And try to force the words deep within.

I run screaming,
To the outside world
Shoes forgotten
Into the rain.

Escape!
Blessed relief!

© G. Burns 13-Feb-2011