Bruised Knuckles
While hurting and filled with rage.
Dented walls and bent bar cage.
This fire leaks in bright red rivers
Leaving me cold and empty with shivers.
So cold inside so cold and mad
Not depressed but more than sad.
Punch a wall again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and
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The Aggravated Mind
PuisiEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
