Fury carves eyes round as wrecking balls
Makes good for nothing hands:
Fists can only raze and ruin
Lips sewn together
With words that slash and hack
Behind my teeth
Forgive me if I cannot speak.
Filed under Creative, Personal Growth
Tagged as anger, poetry, sadness, silence
Powerful stuff – this is really good.
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