Wide awake at 3 a.m.
Naked
Frantic
Burning
Frustrated
Boiling
I scream, but no one notices
The silence brings me to my knees
Smashing glass objects to the floor
Until they’re nothing but scattered pieces
I stomp on them
Roll over each one of them
I make sure every shard rips my bare skin
Red rage
Pours out
It does nothing to ease the pain
Screaming from my heart
Throat burning
Head pounding
Waiting
Waiting
Always waiting
For the bittersweet closure that may never come
Shame
Fear
Humiliation
Frustration
Distraction
Anguish leaking from my eyes
You are my weakness.
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You should have entered this into a contest. You have talent... It had subtlty in it and I loved the part where he rolls in the shards of glass. The expression are very well done and you keep a person's attention. Short lines, but you say what needs tobe said without being wordy. Good job! I loved it. You are a misty fogged mirror of my own style. Keep writing... i'll keep reading... M.T.B.
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very nice
I very much so relate to this poem and the feeling it emits off of it. I feel like this 'Frenzy' a lot of times. It really does hit hard. It really helps me when reading your poetry because I feel such relation to your poems with the situations I go through.
KEEP WRITING!
~Greyback
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