Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Score (Poem)

Tears of anger fall from my eyes
I turn so you won’t see the rage inside
This anger which has been on a steady climb
Started with the smallest cringe
Fueled by your cruelness over time
You think you have the upper hand
Little do you know that’s part of my plan
Your words may cut me right to the core
But it won’t be long till I even the score

© Copyright E.F. Rose 4.15.13

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