monday

[itallcrashedin]

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There is frustration
that wells to the top and boils
like the froth of the insane

Till the only option is to
explode like a milkweed pod
and blow away

In the soft air that is peace
no voices no yelling
no people around to tear down

The fragile wall of control
that scarcely divides the facade of
social graces from the Minotaur

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Comments

intense

[daggerinmysmile]

Emily I love your poetry. You have the perfect combination of symbolism and reality. You should write more often.

intense

[daggerinmysmile]

Emily I love your poetry. You have the perfect combination of symbolism and reality. You should write more often.