Poetry,  Speaking My Mind


The words still sting
They echo
In hysteric rings
I want to let go
Jump off the swings
Stand on steady land
Because trouble brings
Sore hands
And heart strings
Are broken
I feel like I’m choking
Feelings boil and bubble
Beneath tough skin
And from this anxiety, wringing
Has caused it to wear thin

© 2014 Vic Romero

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