We write poetry
sometimes.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
current
your anger
a current you’re riding
verbal rage
spewing the hurt of neglect
sadly I thought
listening could help
“Get out of my fucking car,”
you said.
I’m angry now too
but I won’t say a word.
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