It starts out like a spark,
A dim fire ignited over aggregation,
The fire spreads,
Filing in cracks once broken,
Substituting sadness for irritability,
Waiting to burst at the seams,
I struggle to grasp the reins,
So I let them go.
Words tumble out that I can't take back,
An outrage that can't be stifled until let loose,
Regret takes over my senses as the fire smothers,
"I'm sorry",
The words get trapped in my throat.
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Poesia• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
