Sunday, 10 May 2015

The pain of your disdain by Grant Harbison

Scathing words spew forth from your malevolent lips

Drenching me with their vile vitriol

Seeking to fuel my discontent

Trying to belittle and degrade

With your senseless tirade

Over and over you mock and you spurn

Craving my indignation

Or some form of retaliation

But I simply ignore

To avoid a furore

There is nothing to gain

And as I walk out the front door

And into the rain

I feel the blossoming pain

Of your disdain 

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