Hurtful Words.

written upon hearing someone being called some very hurtful things.

Sinking in like tar between the cracks
Encircling us like wolves among their packs. 

But no, you cannot run from words

for they take flight in the mind like birds. 
              And among my mess I soon heard 
                                               Foosteps...
Head raised, snarling and creeping is the beast of gloom. 
Wracking the brain in the hopes to consume.

 Words they sink in like tar,
                and when they leave lies an awful scar.

Author's Note

I'd like some critique on this, general thoughts etc. But please be gentle, I'm not really into writing poetry and this was sort of spur of the moment. Anyways, Thank you for taking the time to read it and have a great day!