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That's Not Safe

Promises not kept are like brutal blows, 
ruthless ripping words are the harsh slashes.
They strike unaware where latent hope grows,
cleave through the ruptured heart as it crashes.

The mind becomes angry fire of the wild, 
uncontrolled, it simmers the blood of pride,  
flares to burn the gentle patience defiled. 
Not dowsed, it singes sound senses defied.

The smoke billows up opaque and intense,
conscience trips losing its stability.
Vile breath is charged with ashes of hate dense,
face of restraint they destroy instantly.

Anger then turns to perilous terrain. 
That’s not safe, so get away from it sane.

Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025

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Sara Kendrick Date: 6/15/2025 4:29:00 PM What a creative winner you have in this one. Way to go. Congratulations on your name being on the winners' list. Sara K Login to Reply Subimal Sinha-Roy Date: 6/19/2025 10:28:00 AM Thank you so much.

Becoming trude from the ruins Date: 6/15/2025 8:04:00 AM This poem hit me in the chest—raw, real, and full of pain many feel but can’t express. The fire imagery was stunning—how the mind burns, patience fades, conscience slips. It’s terrifying, but true. And that last line? Quiet, but it shook me. Like a whisper through the wreckage: “Protect yourself.” I love that you wrote another with the same name—it feels like the story isn’t done yet. This wasn’t just poetry. It was truth set on fire. Login to Reply Subimal Sinha-Roy Date: 6/19/2025 10:28:00 AM Thank you so much for your read. I'm overwhelmed by your wonderful comments. I'm really glad you could relate to the poem.