"enlocked" poems
Anger - a neverending
Epoxy of clashes and
Fueled efforts of disruption.
Anger - making itself known
From the deep abyss of
My core, my soul.
Beridden with woes,
Mournful sorts.
A secret to be
Concealed or not.
Anger - emerges in
Hellish tranquillity
Formed by the solid
Of lip - God-given.
Cursed upon the skin,
Trapped in enlocked fists,
Marking its territory;
Evidence of exposure.
Inflicting own life
To another, seeping into........
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Just this once she said, sneaking
down the hall.
Just this once she said, pressed
against the wall.
Just this once she said, leaving
from my room.
Just this once she said, smelling
like my perfume.
Just this once she said, hand
enlocked with mine.
Out of breath she says, maybe one
more time.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC