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Of Irritation - NaPoWriMo 7
When I hate,
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
Published 7th Apr 2024
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8th Apr 2024 3:57am
Dear V,
I appreciated this piece in the relatability of humanness and anger. I find a similar distinction in hanging onto it sometimes even though I know it’s a time consumer with little reward.
Excellent writing. H🌷
I appreciated this piece in the relatability of humanness and anger. I find a similar distinction in hanging onto it sometimes even though I know it’s a time consumer with little reward.
Excellent writing. H🌷
