The Scorpions Sting
January 19, 2008A man
Who never acknowledges insults
That they may fade
Powerless
Yet before leaving
They sting him
With venom that burns
Leaving always a scar
The Soul can not mend
His reaction always aggressive
But he is civilized
He can not say a discouraging word
So his pride he must swallow
Again
Again
Until intoxicated
With doubt
Clicking on a image will take you to some of my favorite Writings
In the Court of the White Bear 
I wonder if this is a current work or something from your past.
I love
“Until intoxicated
With doubt”
This reminds me of a tree I met once. Thank you for sharing dispite the burn.
Polar, how long have you been writing? I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since you entered blog land. I enjoy your stuff tremendously. BTW, I left something at the nest for you under the post Bloggers Of The World.
Later
immwia,
This is new hence the “On the Mountain” category. Plus the more I share the burn the less I have to feel the burn. Love you long time. Dobry Noc.
Hawk,
Honestly!? Well I wrote a series of stories when I was 5. Titled “Mr. Scope & Friendly Scratchers”. Friendly Scratchers was Mr. Scope’s dog. It was on & off after that until 1996 when I stopped completely. I picked it up again with this blog due to the prodding of the Wife. Answer your Question? Dobry