Never to stop desending.
I scream in this lonelyness.
I CAN'T STOP!
My cry gets quieter and quieter.
It forms into energy,
traveling down to my fist.
Then I find it in someones face or a wall.
This will never end..
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, March 23 2003, 07:27 pm|
To much day to day truth in this one, its is complete. I have no words that can fit your rage except to say, I too have left my mark upon some walls, but always try to avoid the face. Sometimes, it just explodes and I know, it needs some place to go.
Your anger/frustration is acknowledged, and felt!
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