untreated
relentless
explosive
wet
and shaking
anger
how will i ever
handle this much
chaos
whirling inside
this decaying body
when each time i
each time i
burst
it feels so cold
and hot?
hellfire and ice
i wanted to heal
but all i do is
seethe with anger
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
