How Far...

When is enough...enough?

How Far...

How far

Will the bough bend

Before

It finally breaks in two

And do

Rusting breastplates

Make

Hearts more vulnerable

Constant

Windswept cliff faces

May crumble

Into the sea

Rapid rushing

River inundation

Will wear away

A weakened bank

Just as

Incessant hateful words

Can smash

All self-esteem

So does

Continuous criticism

Eventually

Splinter fragile souls

Erosions

In the natural world

Are inevitable

Timed results

Conversely

Hidden corrosive abuse

Must

Always be avertable

Copyright @Phillozofee 2019

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Wow i sure know that feeling Phil boom... that hit me in the gut! well staged words and a strong message in them! Cover your self in the warmth of you and get the hell out of dodge my friend. My personal mantra in these matters is.... don't let me, lose me, again! You do the same and keep wrighting

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's much to ponder here, Phil. Your words speak volumes, shaking the very foundation of our souls.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wish it were "avertable"---

because abuse, criticism, they hurt so badly...they injure and ultimately make a soul feel so wretched that he or she questions life...
sadly true this poem...but so beautifully written in stylish metaphor....and allegory...
great first read of the morning for me...
thanks
j.