I Am Not Telling You That I Am Right

my only choice is to talk,
and it is not even loud, it is a careful whisper
not even to your ear,
because i know for sure that you
can hear and see,

my choice is to hurt, because i have the truth
and it is like a sword,
it kills,

forgive me but i am only a tool,
and they all use me
to strike at the center of it all,

ah, forget it, just like what i said
when we first met, i have nothing to say
actually.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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