Words of pain, cutting like a knife deep in side of my flesh.
Innocent in intent but cleverly crafted to do damage.
Voices escalate, rise higher and higher until nothing is heard
The battle rages on until there is no winner in the end
No one side wishes to give up and be wrong, battle rages on
Weapons of words, jabs, and other hateful things are created
Not knowing what these could do but destroy the other
Winning now is the only thing that seems to be the plan
Why is there fighting still, does either side remember the reason
The cause has been long forgotten but only the leftover pain is felt
Betrayal still rages and burns deep in side to fuel the hatred
Slowly burning a hole in their sanity, slowly releasing the poison
Weapons unleashed with out regard of safety or thought
Each side is both hurt by this and yet no clear winner
Then a scream followed by a crash of broken glass
Breaks in to eerie silence on both sides, there is a uneasy truce
In the calm of the storm you have nothing but your thoughts
Running over everything that was said to each other
Wincing at what was said and see the hurt it has caused
Is the storm over or are you just in the eye with more to come?
T.B. Kirk