Window PAIN
I had yearned for so long
I had waited for too long
I died inside for too long
no love no compaasion
no warm embrace
not even a tender touch
quiet nights
desperate mornings
I couldnt stand it any longer
I couldnt take it any longer
I WAS PISSED!
the anger raged inside
like
a volcano
dying
to erupt
the hot lava waves crashing
against the walls
of my heart
And yet
quietly still
I remained
never to
let out a tear
a whimper
not once
not one bit
of the
emotion
you deprived me of
I allowed you
inadvertantly
but still
subconciously
allowed you
to make
me
feel
lifeless
and lifeless
I became
in a pool of blood
on a sidewalk
fallen
from
a
window pane
#YOWO #You Only Write Once Scholarship Slam.
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