DOWN

Like long strokes of carving
that stands through time
though it can be covered,
refurbished, but the deep markings
never fade.
It may be soothed and varnished
but the pain resides, the memory
of how it was deeply etched
leaves the most painful brand.

Words can be spoken or written,
just a mere combination of letters and symbols
but it has proven to be the mightiest weapon
for a blade instantly kills
But words can either be an elixir that soothes
or a poison that lingers and permeates beneath.

Words you may choose to ignore,
Words you may let pass by
But the thing with words is that its most painful
slashes and thrashes are those that come from
ones you hold dear.

For it not only lingers,
But it is forever etched in your heart
in your mind,
though you may try to forget
but like all brandings and markings
all those could never go by

A broken heart, not by slashes
but by lances that stake through
that no amount of healing may fix,
that even with time
that pain remains the most painful.