Anger flowing, ebbing, weaving all their eyes, so deceiving retched breathing anger seething
fists tight clenched heart so wretched eyes so dead so full of dread
voices silent, screaming violence teaming betrayed, hurt, bleeding, bruising, sorrow feeding
rhythm broke- my head still reeling... yet the sleeping child, softly breathing young life, teaming..
frustrated, silent. this poem my vent. releasing the hate, now locking that gate...
Narsini · Sun Apr 28, 2013 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments |