Under
Pressure
Building
up, from beneath
came
a heat.
Something
once cold,
helped
to scold
what
fire sold.
Definitely,
desperately,
accusingly
old.
Bottled
up, from within
came
a fury.
Something
ignition took,
destroying
every book.
Horribly,
unashamedly,
withering
look.
Given
up, from despair
came
a loss.
Something
forever breaking.
Exposed,
destroyed,
sanity
taking.
Harsh. Real.
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Thank you dear Chantel for that.
ReplyDeleteGlad to have shed the anger and the pressure. I feel so much better now.
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