Apitamy of disgust
Shuddering hatred
Glaring horror
Ripped up
Thrown away
Synapaptic punishment
Nerves tighten
Never ending torture
Crumpled on the sand
My hope
My serenity
Shaken from it's mold
My peace
My freedom
Inflamed mind
Stinging sorrow
Nothing more
Nothing left
Author notes
Another poem that dosen't really make sense...
It just kind of wrote itself...and even I'm a bit confused by what it means...yet at the same time I understand it perfectly.
Word prompt: Convulse
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Comments
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Well I think you've described the internal pain we can often go through.. it also talks to me on a physical level too as I deal with pain on a daily basis... so found this a very powerful poem! Excellent!
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word for inspiration: convulse
take it however you will, just please remember to put word in authors notes box
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