Portal
The furnace within
Hotly boiling blood
Energy uncontainable
Expelled in a flood
Cursing, swearing
Vocally vehement
A too-often clash
Of wills adamant
Pain? Physical, yes
Remorse? Naught but one
The daily viewing
Of damage done
Splinters of wood
Flecks of skin
Left to remind
Of past emotional sin
Labels: emotions, poem
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Poor poor door.
It looks worse than your elbows and knuckles.
sometimes when it hurts so deep inside...it's beyond physical pain...
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