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Apr 2014
Passive aggression
Filling the void.
Her voice resounds
In an endless rage.
Beware the wrath
Her mind can't restrain.
Inside her head,
She pleads in vain.
She wants to stop
She craves a change.
Her throat, sore
From her cries for help.
She can't hold her tongue
She needs to lash out.
Her body trembles
And her head throbs.
Her fury burning
Like a white hot blade.
One two three four
This needs to stop.
Five six seven eight
Self-control was never her mate.
Nine ten and a billion more
Till her breath runs out.
Placid face, decision sways
For the umpteenth time.
This is it, i need help
She says.
#anger #rage
Meenu Syriac
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Meenu Syriac  India
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