Laurie Fisher · Jan 18, 2012
Blind Poetry

Slamming doors
Shouts of fury
I wish I could get away
Because this is sure to escalade in a hurry
squeeling tires and whispers of desperation
Will this end in a myocardial infarction
Mellow now
Silences deafens
Tear drops roll
And I silence my gasps
I bury my head
And try to relax

 
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