The Whispering Winds Of Hate

By forest_for_ever

Tue, 12 Nov 2019

1 comments

The Whispering Winds Of Hate

Rumours whispered on the wind

Hissing venom of words untrue

Pierce her weather-beaten watery soul

Hailstone hardness hits the heart

Faceless, frozen shoulders

Now colder than the ice

Eject the innocent from the pack

One misunderstood meaning

Seals her fate

A storm in a teacup?

No sunny-smiled reconciliation

In desert isolation

Wrongly convicted

By the howling winds

From the pack of hate

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Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Tue, 2019-11-12 19:54

Chilling, how easy to hurt, harm, damage, isolate and worse. The weather similes as apt. A hand and smile reaching out can warm and heal. Rhiannon