• Anger flowing, ebbing, weaving
    all their eyes, so deceiving
    retched breathing
    anger seething

    fists tight clenched
    heart so wretched
    eyes so dead
    so full of dread

    voices silent, screaming
    violence teaming
    betrayed, hurt, bleeding,
    bruising, sorrow feeding

    rhythm broke-
    my head still reeling...
    yet the sleeping child, softly breathing
    young life, teaming..

    frustrated, silent.
    this poem my vent.
    releasing the hate,
    now locking that gate.