Acrinomy Poem by Myrah Carls

Acrinomy



Is there no end to this resentment,
to the seething anger that simmers below
the unseeming facade of a smile?
Threatening to boil over at the slightest provocation,
and flow like hot tears from my eyes.
(2.3.2014)

Sunday, March 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,tears
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