I had Enough

you cut me down with words
I cut you up with razor blades
you stone me with insults
I beat you with a club of clay
you suffocate me with demoralizing comments
I stuff your mouth with a dirty sock

I have been your verbal punching bag for too long
I'm going to be fighting
I'm the silent type, brute, strong
there wont be any warning
no heads up
one day while you're ranting

I'm going to break your jaw

Quatrain Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince