Poems: Emotions Seeping Through

Enough Is Enough

The look on his eyes,
As it was directed between her thighs,
It was with malice.
So I had a caprice.
Wanting to poke it out from its socket,
Something vibrated on my pocket.

I knew I got a text or call,
But my sight to him, I don't want it to fall.
And now, he's making a move.
His actions, it's in tune with the groove.
Slowly touching her skin,
I gulped down the shot of gin.

My hand trembled in anger,
And my eyes looks like it's going to shoot a dagger.
I was fuming mad,
So the next thing that I did, I hope it won't be more than bad.
Rushing towards their direction,
I punched his face with much exertion.

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