Unpaid Invoice

The feel of anger when you cannot shout,
it can be enough to drive someone mad.
Do you know what I am talking about?
I’m aware fellowship can make you glad.
Finding support within a conjunct pout,
you run catapulting off that launchpad.
Still, it’s easier to unleash your voice,
deprived eats you like an unpaid invoice.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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