Sep 2019
Broken heart filled with rage,
All the pieces become burning stakes,
Sorrowful eyes filled with tears,
Yet the face gleams in joy.
Tightening my veins,
Because the blood boils,
This anger so confusing,
Why can’t it hide the hurt inside?
All the pieces become burning stakes,
Sorrowful eyes filled with tears,
Yet the face gleams in joy.
Tightening my veins,
Because the blood boils,
This anger so confusing,
Why can’t it hide the hurt inside?
This poem for the unknown intense feelings of anger and hurt that sometimes come together.
