Words like weapons
Thrown like spears
Hit their mark forcibly
Disdain drips like blood
As catapults of contempt
Cut through dead air
Razor sharp tongues
Like swords
Meant to slay the opposition
Offense became the defensive tactic.
A battle of wits
Devoid of wisdom
Egos clash like thunder
Clouds burst, rain spills...
~ I dry my eyes and slither away
Today I met defeat
And in humility, retreat.
Sudo Nym September, 2007 All Rights Reserved
a nice comparison of thought...
Art Sun...