With insulting discord,
I'm the victim of a dartboard
Feeling slashed by a Roman sword
People who never gave me a chance,
Tossing me a disdainful, haughty glance
Felt like the centurion's lance
"Why, why?!"
Is all I could cry -
When people took aim
And made a bull's eye
Dart after dart,
Tearing me apart
Insults from minds limited and narrow
Cut my bones to the marrow
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Author Notes
I felt like writing a poem about all the insults I've endured over the years, and I mixed some of the Easter season in with the references to Roman sword and centurion's lance. Thanks to Pixabay
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