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Around me anger, sadness, bitterness and resentment stir. Almost as violently as the tears running down my ugly face inside this hot-box of a bed. They say that this kind of despair is the most treasured because it wrings you inside out. Supposedly it makes you beautiful. Suppose I’ll wait for it patiently like a cup. On my knees without control.

-kh

Reviews

[Hutch]

kharte, That poem really makes me think....so beautiful. The title really grabbed my eye. The body grabs my deep thoughts and past experiences. Thanks so much, Hutch

[kharte]

Thank you that is very nice!