Ire
is in the soul
of those who hurt
It burns
a gaping hole in the heart,
leaving them
with no rock to stand on
no hope to hold to
Acrimony
It’s the fire that destroys
the heart’s paradise
Replacing it with
the black bones of trees,
a lifeless landscape
Leaving a hollow shell
of what it used to be.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Good write.
Wow, I love this poem! 🙂
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