
A borrowed pic, at odds with the poem?
An insoluble trickle of tears illuminating fears
leaked from past encounters licking scabbed
wounds.
Compounded by loneliness, tested in the
oven of ire, fired in the kiln of passion, eager
for recompense.
Bound by a pitiably unending framework
of emotions.
Tangled in cords unraveling
thread by thread each strand of
angry frustration...
desperate,
seeking revenge.
Have a great Friday and weekend 55'ers. It's good to be back in the land of writing! :)

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