No words within mine small vicinity allowed,
can be incredibly loud,
obnoxious even as smiles erupt from all angled storm clouds –
Escape: hoarded escalating crowds,
maintain: little to none decency when boundaries count;
Trample over me –
composure lacks proper posture to keep,
actions edging closely towards alter ego buried underneath,
choke back an unflattering scream,
none shall get the best of me.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
