What it means to feel

March 29, 2012
By , germantown, TN
When those non reasoning words of evil
Lash out at myself like a million snakes
One can not help but feel something
Deep down, storing it away for no one to see

And with every word, minute, and day that passes
Vengeance grows in both sides
Anger and Frustration, but most of all, hurt
Lurk in spirits, though never through the eyes

Invisible to most, the wrath begins to numb
And from it, resentment, which finds its way
To the deepest part of the heart

And at one single moment, like a volcano
Erupts, pours out with no means of stopping
And at worst, this will only repeat





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