What shall be buried inward to say,
one may choose to walk steadily away,
If all at once... poured out this silent rage,
bundled cathartically in mortar cage;
fear is what lies,
rottenly at times,
behind coffee eyes;
when you share is a contemplated right,
caution the glimpse's through trembling walls inside,
what heart resisted to be said,
may be cause of such silenced treads.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoesíaMy 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...
