The Sorrow of Aggression
A fool is lost In the curves Waterfalls rush down cheek In a maze of words A drowner of hope controls The clutch of currents Her love Mal-nourished A desire of darkness Selfishly fueled The fascination of The cruel A beautiful expression in disguise For his kindness Was it All a lie? A beautiful face Gripped by fingertips Glum pouty lips Is this what sexy is? Candles light a room To exhume The benevolent long snuggle The soothe of a midnight cuddle The view from above Observing young love Turn to smoke This must be some sort of joke A heathen with quick hands Costly demands As butterflies turn to ash She dances behind curtains To become The silhouette of shadow
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The Sorrow of Aggression is a poem dedicated to the women that have had to endure a mentally or physically abusive relationship.
You are beautiful, strong, and intelligent beings of stardust.
I have much love to send in your general direction. Peace 🙂