Anger welling within,
Stemming from a place unknown.
Creating a sense of madness,
Emptying My stores of patients.
Barriers of silent control,
Broken by what is left unseen.
Forgetting what is was that began,
Trying to find that piece of sanity.
Sudden change of thought,
Born out of pure delusion.
Visualizing what could have been,
Knowing i cannot let it get worse.
Buried under the personification of good,
Given the illusion of becoming normal.
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2007
This sonnet could be about my ex's pmt...
Amazing what lies beneath peeps masks..
Nice one..
Lots of feeling simmering in a cauldron of emotion in this write that allows a glimpse of a frustrated soul perhaps, regardless great writing format and formula here Jenn...enjoyed.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Amazing what lies beneath peeps masks..
Nice one..
fee
Be safe,
Karen