A simple statement in passing,
a punch in the gut delivered quick
by an unsuspecting hand.
No one knows, no one cares
Save the wounded.
What savage blow
in a byway word
a name, another…
Biting back Vomit’s sting
a losing battle.
“Reject your sense of injury,”
Says Marcus Aurelius.
“and the injury itself disappears.”
But this one will fester,
Becoming a Mental Leper .
Do not care.
Shouldn’t care.
But still do, and why?
Can’t be helped.
A meaningless thought.