There is no hitting.
not badly anyways.
no cuts and no scrapes.
no real physical pain.
no one gets hurt..
but it hurts just the same.
Things are felt by people,
that should never be felt.
suddenly out of nowhere,
these cards are just dealt.
Something is triggered.
and argument pulled from the hay.
people burst into tears.
slam doors. run away.
they cuss and they swear.
this is real. its no game.
There is no hitting.
not badly anyways.
no cuts and no scrapes.
no real physical pain.
no one gets hurt..
but it hurts just the same.
-hey, im new to this, so please help me out and rate my poems. comments would be awesome too. trust me, i'll return the favor!-
