Poison Arrows

Poison Arrows short poem

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Poison arrows shot at me
From where did it come
I didn’t see

It pierced me in the back
Filled with great pain
It felt like a needle though,
not quite the same

As the words hit like darts
It poisoned my brain
It raced with haste
through every single vein

Each word piercing
Laced with hate
Leaving me
In a crippling state

Wary of the pain
Of each word’s disdain
The shooter aimed
At me again.

As I turned in horror
Another arrow flew
I saw it hit me
And I instantly knew

Those you befriend
In their time of need
Will stab you in the back
Because of greed.

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