there, take a seat
here's a cup of my boiling blood.
tell me,
how does anger taste?
disgusting? annoying?
unpleasant? akward?
my apologies,
hatred burns my soul.
I'm a lit peice of paper
engulfed by flames,
diminishing.
whats left of me wont matter,
it'll scatter in the wind.
cause of death:
murdered by rage.
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The Act of Uncovery
PoetryShort poems that entail thoughts and ideas about existence, self discovery and human emotion. True emotion cannot be rushed or forced. Therefore, I will continually add more pieces in time. Thank you for choosing to read my work and making my though...
