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- Were I to ascribe arms to emotions,
- Ascribe'd forged arms to emotions, sharp and edged
- Apathy's a knife, dull yet pointed
- It's flung unerring, though the thrower's unknowing
- Aimed at a mark, to the home inside the heart,
- Where cherished mem'ries give strength to flight
- Wounding deep, and deeper still, to the place
- Where words can kill
- No lighter words spoken with a heavier hand
- Than the knife hurled in apathy, that sad trajectory
- Pierced to the heart, past bone to the soul
- The listener left wounded, but worse off than dead
- Benevolence turned to untoward caring
- No such worth after cast out worth, past words
- Are withered, rotten - And how much more trust
- To hear the same spoken, from the same one
- Who brings the weapon to light
- Friends to slay friends, but worse still
- Fear more than concern, uncertainty more than encouragement,
- Doubt more than words
- Yet I do the same, "Learn from my mistakes," and these
- fall on deaf ears as well
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