The words I choose to speak
Are nothing like the thoughts that wreak
Havoc on the already obligerant mind
To know the anger is a different kind
With pleasure that sucks away the soul
Pain etched upon my heart, the toll.
How many hollow words have we begged for
The elements scream for touch, no more
A gaunt face stares back at me
What are these bruises that she sees?
Coldness is due to seep in
Disrupting any warmth in its path
The wonder of the young heart to win
Now left behind with all of the past.
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TwistedLogic (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Your poem explores the turmoil of inner conflict—how spoken words diverge from the chaos within. It portrays a mind ravaged by anger, pleasure that consumes rather than fulfils, and pain that leaves its mark. A very gripping read🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you :)))
Welcome 🕊🙏🏻
A rather cryptic poem that speaks to me of our thoughtless actions and their results especially how they circle back and effect us. A very goo read
Thank you 🙂
Dealings of the inner mind, sometimes through the chaos we make decisions that come back to haunt us, nicely expressed and written
Thank you!!!
You are very welcome
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