you've got blood on your hands, a wish for reprimand.
objection!
obstruction
of justice!
a criminal revoltus!
in the other direction,
a reflection.
heart of the sun, easy chest,
bloody tears but still less depressed.
i understand you've got your demons, but!
please, listen, i know the feeling.
it may never pass,
in fact, i think it will last,
but it won't deny itself its own rest
and your chance to give yourself the best
chance of escape and lest you fail,
a restart the next day.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
