It roams within everyone,
It will surface during a fight.
No one can ever get away,
You'd say; no shade from blinding light.
We will always regret it afterwards,
For what we have done.
Or maybe your the kind that won't,
You find it thrilling and fun.
It can only take a split second,
For the spark to burst to flame.
But at the end of the day,
You will always be left to blame.
It takes over your whole being,
Clouding your every decision.
It makes the nasty come true,
It's aim; full of precision.
It doesn't care what it hurts,
Spearing hearts with a dagger.
But whose fault is it really,
Is it you... or is it anger?
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Playing With Words
PoetryHello! Thank you for clicking on my collection, means a lot. Some of these poems are trying to imagine oneself in another person's shoes, others I have lovingly or painfully experienced to some extent... however all of them come a place of curiosity...
