Rage

things are running wild and not in what you wish them
all to be
some are running against you
and some are exploding before your very face
indistinguishable
untouchable

u gly and not worth the watch
you feel that there are storms coming inside your chest
you wait

what for? you are one that seeks self-destruction
you wait
for another explosion to include your whole being

lost and never found

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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