I Am Crying For Solace. Poem by Gerald Opio

Couldn't help overhearing
Words that hurt me profoundly
Both my soul and heart afflicted
Imparting an excruciating pain

Words are sharper
Than an arrow honed through a furnace.
You couldn't refine your language
Towards a humble soul as mine

As meek as I was
While you threw tantrums at me
Innately crying and my heart bleeding
Inconsiderate of how I felt you were

From way back to date
I am still crying for solace
Your words affixed an indelible mark on my heart and soul
The pain recurries in my life

Perhaps I will advance with the pain
Through out my life
Til eternity
Commiserating me six feet under