Anger (Remove filter)
Blunt
Your words are hollow,
your words I swallow,
time and time again
even after
action did not follow,
I still swallowed
and in return
every piece I gave,
my soul, my heart,
my disturbing brain
and you just left me
standing in the rain
carrying my pain
so dismayed I caved
into shame.
The rage a blunt stain
upon the page.
©JMCole
Sunday 20th August 2017 2:20 pm
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