Insults

Smouldered by such apprehension
Offensive utterance
Malicious utterances
Wouldn't that cause abrogation

Slashed with explosion
Garbage was more admirable
Maybe not meant to be
What's said can't be condensed

Now truth is clutch to the soul
Tears fallen
Gone are those spirit and joy
Along came the hurt

If only reality was slapped earlier
Departure will be made ahead
Leaving the agony of knowing
Far from the knowing self