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The Fight
by Agnes HallI don't know why I feel this way.
Closed off and bitter.
The stinging saturation of sarcasm
and the venomous bite of a word
woven into the electric current
of my veins,
pulsating
a whip waiting to crack
but instead contained.
it gathers into two tightly clenched fists
carefully, precisley, slowing, shoved
into a cardboard box
and sealed
tightly
to be cemented like the others
into the wall of the unsaid. 02/15/2011 Posted on 02/16/2011
Copyright © 2025 Agnes Hall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/17/11 at 06:59 PM "woven into the electric current
of my veins,
pulsating
a whip waiting to crack
but instead contained." these lines are just too cool. great write! |
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