Description: I wrote this poem as a response to a scene in book two of the Black Jewels Trilogy. It about Luciver and Daemon (brothers) and a war of words that has a high price.
Throw the stones,
the wounds will heal,
with little more than ice.
But don't use words,
they cut too deep,
where ice can't reach,
taunting a fragile mind,
till nothing matters any more.
Till the life becomes a torture and a lie.
u r just 14!! <dont mind> :-D ur work sounds like having been randomly composed in yer mind;which is great if u can string words 2gether in a beutifual way as u have done above; random is best; coz that shows how deep u r capable of probing;wich as u know is the core of any poetic breakthrough!
i have been reading @ elite for the last 2 days..n i come across poems bt lpain pain n more pain...
is it just a thing in d mind..or really is it evrywhere... Anyway, i hope u write a more happy one next time around<but it isnt the same;i personally hate happy poems :-D>
Submission Name: Brother Wars
