First line of each stanza taken from Art’s Blood by Vicki Lane. Prompt by We Write Poems.
The list is long I should think
Too many people who have been hurt
By words said or written
With intent or unintentional
The results the same, shaky
Egos are hurt, even destroyed.
The low murmur of conversation
Comes to a stop when I walk in.
Such a clear sign who is being
Skewered with their broiling
Words that scorch the proud.
I’m sorry for all the crap
That hits you, hits me, by
Unthinking people, or purposeful
Ones who can’t empathize enough
With the ones they abuse.