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cage of rage

slapped on the wrist for being belittled- trapped in a twist, -unleashing my rage- feeding mediocre muse with the aching for one more word; visceral syllables cascading, my demure nature fading he says I am becoming; thinks I wear an aura of ethereal heights- but I am but a woman longing to be who he thinks I am when all I am is afraid to be abandoned forsaken and mistaken, not enough chances taken wealth allowances bled hope dry; desolated deserts left me breathless, awaiting the moment my skin stops crawling- for touches are numb and I am left restless in a cage of rage overwhelmed by desultory ash; like a chrysalis it guards what lies beneath- filth lining corridors, thresholds leading to a place where death wins i lost myself in hell- where my demons never told me how rancid life could really be
11.11.19 -luloo

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Date: 11/11/2019 7:50:00 PM
powerful words fall from your pen...i feel this one my touches through even the numbness of life... very profound poem my friend.... hugs
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Date: 11/11/2019 9:53:00 AM
The power of this is not fully understood until you have experienced this. " touches are numb and I am left restless in a cage of rage" - I have.
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