Facing My Pang
I won't let
my pang
stay
inside
my door,
I will
throw it
outside
my
doorstep.
For when
it bursts,
like lava
from a
volcano
it's hot,
it burns,
and I can't
stand
the heat.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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