Cathartic Ink

putting my own spin on things


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Third post of the day…I was looking through my poetry and
sharing some with my friend Sam…And I really love this one…So I figured I’d throw it up here quick…Its not about
anyone in specific…At least not anyone I’ve found yet…


Words, like hammer on
a chisel,
Strike the eggshell of my psyche
Breaking solid into powder
As I deconstruct to nothing.
/>Taking pieces, leaving fragments
And I struggle for composure.
Wreaking havoc, and I.m choking
On the
pressure of the hurtful
And  the sour, stagnant hatred
Leaves me longing for the comfort
That I find
within your being
In the closeness of your presence
And that look deep in your eyes.


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