Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Anxiety

Posted by Adele Hattingh at 10:56 PM
Its the heart wrenching
Gut clenching
Truth
That sits on the steps to admit
The hatred of the everyday stares
The tumultuous thunder
That rings in her ears
Lies
The heap of ashes
From her burnt dreams
The deafening sound of her cries
Calling out to be consumed
And yet nothing
But the scattered memories
Of poisonous fumes

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