“Words”

A mantle of flesh
So tender yet thick
It takes the whips of life
The hardships, the demise, the difficulties in disguise
Yet, it remains as bold and strong as a brick
The tongue like a scissor; cuts like a knife
Through even the toughest of flesh, in a simple slice
Phantom words aimed precise,
Like an archer’s arrow straight through bulls-eye
They strike the heart in a single blow,
Leave a scar, that will never show,
Time heals wounds, but these scars never show,
Forever there. But whosoever will know?