Sometimes a councillor needs to just write things down in order to empty

Catharsis Of The Day

The tears real and flowing
Sobs wrack the room
Despair at the insurmountable
Finding solace in guilt

None understand
None can console
No path forward
No rest for the soul

Life ending threats
Demands to be heard
Screams at injustice
Wails at the absurd

Never leave me alone
We should live apart
Don't judge me ever
Tell me what to do

Finally release
The dump is complete
For the moment at rest
Till the next pressure test

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-18 at 18:19

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Even a councillor needs a release, as does everyone at times, this tells it like it is. The word pressure says it all.