Gravitys Will
Pounding my fist hard!
Trying to dislodge emotion’s shards…
Pounding my fist, smashing
my glass menagerie…
Blood trickles from cuts deep!
Trying to pull the bitter weeds
from hurtful words
Feeling small screaming
into an empty room
Pulling the glass from my heart
as fast as one can, still…
Pounding the wall
Feeling distant in the hall
Blood settles at gravity’s will.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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