A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind
But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs
And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread
So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I experience this all the time. Nicely done and accurate
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Thanks John… sorry you experience this too.
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This has such a flow that I noticed myself get the feeling of frustration that is in the poem and it changed my reading. Great job!
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Then my job here is done! Lol… Thank you… 😉
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Don’t make us miss your work:)
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