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The Sentencing Of A Word

written by: Anne G




I sat upon my chair to ponder,

the many things

I'd done and said.

The longer I pondered,

the greater

the dread.

I wished the thoughts inside my head,

would long have stayed there

and not fled.

For words that serve no good intention,

never, ever,

should be spoken.

What has been uttered,

from mouth unfettered

has no return; the sentence sealed.

Tis true,

that sticks and stones may break your bones

but words that harm, devour the soul.


Anne G

Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
Anne G

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