one word, one syllable
anger rears its ugly head
roaring fire, spitting venom
not stopping for a breath
aiming to puncture everything dear
marring the vulnerable, deluting the pure
hateful words are all thats clear
wound for wound, hurt for hurt
How much can be endured
every hit being absorbed
and returned tenfold upon a trampled heart
the fire burns out,
only ashes of regret remain
as cold as winter's piercing breeze they embed into my very soul
What have I done?
Author notes
thats what happens when i get angry. it consumes me and i do things ill later regret.
Please tell me what you think
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jennie you sell you're self short, this is amazing. the only part i didn't like well i though sounded akward was the last line of the second stanza thats it the rest was pure old...great job jennie!
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