Written 12/10, late at night:
A whirlwind's in my head screaming discord,
With unhappy notes jangling awkwardly for...
Peace? This space is currently occupied
By shards of exploding HopesWishesAgony galore.
Denial is composed from heartfelt dismissal
Deeming the death of diminishing despair.
Her surrogate sneers, wintry and wizened,
Acidly birthing bleak misery unaware.
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I had hoped to finish it 12/11, but my thoughts happened to center on a particular event many years back that evoked more anger than any other emotion. Perhaps I should write a poem about my feelings on that. If I do, it shall be rather cold. Brutal. Unforgiving. Hm, that does sound quite promising.
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