9/11/2017
Turbulent,
A Hurricane,
A date,
A day,
You hate.
You.
Window handles,
And bare feet,
I almost silenced you.
A different you.
Cause hell on earth
Was with me.
I like heights,
And I feel it.
A window open to heaven.
I withheld,
Another you,
And because of you,
I cry.
It's hell on earth,
And I want home,
You said,
I wanted to.
The clouds they wait,
I hate the date,
Right now, I'd go with you.
9/11/2017
911
I need to call you.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
