at every err
the rim of his voice ignites
a flame bickers at the edge of reason.
you see,
he casts blame
like the sun casts shadow,
each complaint
as complaint as a mother tongue.
could have, should have, would have
I toss the words away
into the tones of the sea,
and hope to pluck
resilience
from that same shore.
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Shy Anger
PoetryA collection of poems digging into the emotions and experiences that we sometimes try to hide - from love to anxiety to anger and disappointment.
