You use your words like knives and are surprised they cut.
Did you anticipate they would only lightly glide the mind, or did you know they'd slash through the flesh.
No matter what you thought, you've said what's been on your mind even if it slices like sharp corners on the glass shattered on the floor after the shock of your revolution.
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Symbolic Suffering
PoetryExploring pain in different ways. How one can suffer through symbolic ways and if there is justice for the pain. I appreciate all reads and votes, and feel free to comment your feedback and how you interpret the poems! ------------⚠️ Trigger warning...
