Silent Anger
Life feels geometric,circles once there
are answering to no one,
the O shape silent
running round decreasing
to a full stop.
Triangular, angular
sharp edges
cut slivers of emotion into
razor thin wafers
where anger smoulders,
catching and burning.
Squares
are all boxed in,
tight,
hiding in corners
seems feasible
so put a lid on it.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-05-03 at 00:25
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