The Wilhelm Scream
To me, it’s nothing.
I feel the blush in my cheeks
the waiver of my eyes.
The thrust of my heart,
and desire as she speaks.
Turned away,
I breathe.
Impulsively walk,
and rot in defeat.
And as my soul feels this…heat
the anger sheds for no one to see,
I’m convinced I'll always be weak
and such future,bleak…
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To Bloom as a Butterfly
Poetry“…Let them be the catalyst to penetrate the crust around me unlike imploding caterpillars to butterflies...”
