Ire of the Hour
Sputtered words meant to bruise
Passive aggressive
Crowded and confused
Deadened ambivalence toward the seen
Wishing to allude
Collapsing the dream
Your questions
No suggestions
When personalities crash
In a flash
Alone,
I wash away the sting
Of my broken wing
I’m reminded of your other trait
No I don’t
Want to debate
On a timeless ride
Into the unrest night
I shield my heart from anymore
Discredit or smite
Closing the door
In silence
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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