I call myself a poet but why use words? Words hurt.
Why spend time, weaving them like blades of grass into wreaths?
Words hurt.
Words hurt more than anything else it seems,
although bombs and bullets likely are worse.
Still, there's something stinging and ringing about a harsh word,
a harsh phrase.
It's more than the pen being mightier than the sword.
It must be wielded more wisely.