I hear their voices ringing in my head:
a loud and taunting sound that breaks my heart;
I wish ill upon all who are present,
Playing scenes of their demise in my mind.
I will them all to know and feel my pain;
‘Sticks and Stones’ just a child’s rhyme I knew.
Striving for strength, I weep in my weakness;
My fragile heart tearing within my chest.
A holy gavel–never mine to hold
strikes my sentence–innocent victim: me.
I mourn within my mind and back away
whilst silently, I turn the other cheek