My storm of anger is borderline
to a hurricane of wrath,
exterminating everything
in it's unsuspecting path.
Despite of my calm exterior
of me, it shatters
people's facades
by my fierce,
seething stare.
If my eyes were in contact
of you right this moment,
the piercing scream
of my eyes would
blast your glass
composed exterior-
into a million jagged pieces.
Hush now.
I don't want
to destroy you.
I don't want to be
ruined by my own
hurricane of somberness
and guilt, in result
of seeing your shattered
ruins of your remains, glittering
like diamond dust
on the floor.
2007-12-18
07:09:25
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asked by
Taja B
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
and this is a poem. only comments and critique please. not assumptions about a person you never seen in your life.
2007-12-18
08:00:09 ·
update #1