Too many deadly hisses
Too many secretive whispers
Too much growing unfairness
Too much resentment
Too many shouting voices
Too many angry threats
Too much of that shrinking cowardly self
Too much of that sinking drowning feeling
Too much, its too much
And I've just had enough
Shaking hands pack
Remnants of a broken life
Hoisting the shattered burden
Into the night and
Vanish
Gone.
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
