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Short mornings
Submit to me
your thoughts of anger
Your tired and true malice
I want to hear about the day
And caress away the worry
Long nights
on the clock
Rob your sanity
and break your attitudes
into sad
Spiteful
Broken
pieces
Of your beautiful personality
Empty dinner plates
Short mornings
Like a short fuse
Full of unspoken explosions
And subtle goodbyes
Young and old
We grew around the problem
Submit to me
Your callous remarks
Trust in me
To take all this anger in stride
your thoughts of anger
Your tired and true malice
I want to hear about the day
And caress away the worry
Long nights
on the clock
Rob your sanity
and break your attitudes
into sad
Spiteful
Broken
pieces
Of your beautiful personality
Empty dinner plates
Short mornings
Like a short fuse
Full of unspoken explosions
And subtle goodbyes
Young and old
We grew around the problem
Submit to me
Your callous remarks
Trust in me
To take all this anger in stride
Published 14th Jun 2016
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14th Jun 2016 8:08pm
This poem is very different...riddled with broken words. Yet at the same time, the poem is about healing-but as a reader, I cam away feeling much more discontent than warmth. I think it's very interesting...almost about a desperate type of love and lovelessness.
14th Jun 2016 10:07pm
Thank you so much. There is a healing in there. Always buried somewhere right? Haha thank you for your comment
