rage the night
the night doesn't care
annihilate day
it is still always there
curse the peace
which can never be friend
none of it care's,
not one thing in the end
Awwww....your words really make me 'feel' This poem actually made my heart sink. Your words, as always, cut their way to the readers heart ❤  love and hugs dear friend xx
Marion it is better for a mighty lion to roar than the most timid mouse to squeak.
Sometimes it's a necessity to get things off one's chest.
For their well being and their sanity.
And does less damage than banging one's head against that proverbial brick wall.
Powerful writing and it does cut as Tina states and so sharply.
Hugs to you my friend.
Shaun. x.
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Awwww....your words really make me 'feel' This poem actually made my heart sink. Your words, as always, cut their way to the readers heart ❤  love and hugs dear friend xx
Thanks so much Tina xx
Marion it is better for a mighty lion to roar than the most timid mouse to squeak.
Sometimes it's a necessity to get things off one's chest.
For their well being and their sanity.
And does less damage than banging one's head against that proverbial brick wall.
Powerful writing and it does cut as Tina states and so sharply.
Hugs to you my friend.
Shaun. x.
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Thankyou so much Shaun...x
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