Deja Frederick

The Sea Of Emotions

The sea is red with anger,
For the times I wasn't braver.
I write with the wager,
of the things that make me madder.
The waver of struggles grow and crash,
into the pit less depths of ash.
What might this solve can I ask?
All the feelings that come and make me mad,
to write it out and forget the bad…..

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