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Feb 2015
The emotions inside of me
are clawing free
streaming out of my mouth
in a twisted mournful wail
Piercing the night air with their cries

Their soulless voices begging to be heard
As I try to stuff them back from whence they came
but they are too powerful, built up from years of neglect.
Demanding to be heard where I want them to be or not.

Their Rage and their pain sail through the night,
leaving tears and agnoy,
Shaking shoulders and hollowed chests

nothing can stop them now.
The title of this poem I got from a line in the song BREAKDOWN by a band names PROSPECT HILL
Fenix Flight
Written by
Fenix Flight  25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest
(25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest)   
451
   --- and SPT
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