a drill in my ear, a hammer at my brain
- their voices scream -
but a fountain springs
and the sun glows
- somewhere in here, my wishes grow -
to escape endless hates
and make a new place
of soft sound and rainbows
- maybe this is the rain,
but puddles are to play
and it will make the grass green.
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
