The words you release, shattering,
To pieces, my mind scattering.
Those words of anguish, splattering
From you whose fire went pattering
With raging demons battering.
Within I feel it clattering
That my soul is smattering.
With despair, my mind spattering
And peace I tried not tattering.
My well being I’m mattering.
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