Your flimsily possessed power has everyone biting their tongues until they bleed, turning their heads when someone is showered in harsh words they do not deserve.
Misery breeds malice.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will have me flinching every time someone says my name.
Ignorance breeds delusion.
You can lay the blame on everybody else’s shoulders but you will never be able to scrub your hands clean of the blood you have shed.
Jealousy breeds cruelty.
You can stamp out my happiness, cut down my self-esteem, haunt my nightmares all you want. I will always have one thing you don’t.
Morals.
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Comments (17)
Oh my goodness! This is amazing.
'morals' What a brilliant line Poppy! You always choose a masterful way to end your poems!
I swear, this poem reads like it's somebody that I know about here on Vocal. The parts about a flimsily possessed power along with showering people with harsh words that they don't deserve, then using other people as scapegoats, but the one thing that this person will constantly tote about is what they appear to lack in most from the perspectives of the people that they're bullying, morals. I'm reminded again about the line Tywin Lannister states, "Any man who says I am the king is no king." Any person saying that they are X, Y, or Z, may have truth to the claim, but what's more powerful is their actions and the accounts of their behavior from others. People will call themselves peaceful when all they do is instigate problems, especially behind closed doors, cause that's where they choose to hide their skeletons.
The problem is that bullies don't recognize themselves, just as narcissists (is there a difference) do not. This was concise and perfectly stated. The end speaks volumes.
I was expecting "dignity" or "self-respect" for the ending. But "morals" works well, too. Love it, btw.
This was really good, Poppy! And I really, really like that ending. Felt like you were dropping the mic and walking off stage, haha!
Wow 😮 There are so many lines I desire to Highlight, Great Entry 🚪 With This Strong Poetic Piece😁📝♥️💯🚨✌️😉🚫No Bullying❗ Thank you
you will never be able to scrub your hands clean of the blood you have shed. This line was so freaking powerful! I loved your poem!
Another excellent poem… so true… ‘jealousy breeds cruelty’ etc.
I am loving this, Poppy!
Oh man, I recall feeling this way at school. Several decades later, my morals never did win friends. Integrity, I suppose I call it now. Nicely written.
Beautiful. You're a wonderful wordsmith, Poppy :)
I LOVE this, Poppy! So well done.
Whoa! That was great..love the mic drop at the end.
Love this! Very accurate!!! I so thought that last word was going to be love, but I like your choice! It feels like a glass being slammed on the table after the end of speaking this / walking out on these people 😇
💙nice
Slam dunk!