Thursday, September 5, 2013


I can't take it back.
Those hateful words still echoing in the air.
Even if I was sorry and begged.
On my knees with hands folded crying.
You wouldn't forget what I said.
That spite and malice dripping poison that can never be healed.
There is no cure.
I can't make it right.
I can't unsay what has been spoken.
I can't pretend it never happened.
I can't say I was lying.
That venom boiled up out of me like lava erupting.
Red hot.
Burning all to ashes.
Destruction and devastation.
A few words said that will not perish.
In your mind they are already carved in stone.
Made into a plaque that you will read every time you see my lips.
The lips that spoke those words
No amount of effort can break those words out of the air.

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