Raging against me,
Like fire cruel and hot.
Stinging my heart continuously,
But fear, I shall not.
What can your words do to me?
They are lies.
I do not need to beg to be set free.
For to me, you hold no ties.
What can your deeds do to me?
I am strong and ready to endure.
I have faced enemies greater than thee,
And my skin has turned to armor.
So, laugh all you want at my struggles.
Try as you can to tempt me.
I shall not be confused by your puzzles.
And you shall never hear me plea.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coffee Shop Poetry
Puisi"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul: you haven't experienced poetry." -Edger Allan Poe
