Wrath
My ponderous struck core anticipated the revival of my rebirth
Despair is a driven motive for the things I can not reach and a thought that often occurred
Strung by the strings my raw emotion unveiled in a deep tone of red a melody so sweet
It makes your heart want to unchain its center and reveal the perilous sincerity of isolated defeat
The rhythm softens like the last sound from my heartbeat
At the last moment, my hands move to create a subtle calligraphy
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Mri Ru | Year Posted 2022
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