Title: Violence.
I am dying and yet, the violence.
Screams, amplified angrily snarling.
Ferociously, it eats away ripping and tearing.
In blind arrogance, carelessly torn away.
Guilt screeches speaking words, linger soft tender.
Touching and meaningful speechlessly beautiful.
And I am left in the silence gone quiet.
Invisible.
Author's Notes: I want to simply thank those are reading this.
YOU ARE READING
{A Poetics Collective}-Mini/Short Poetry-Ranged in themes.
PoetryThis is new found to me but wonderful.So that is what these poems will be, the little special ones. Some of them will come from my background poetry that I write randomly but happily. Thanks for reading this and I hope you are amused and this will b...
