Fields of anger power over me, knowing that there was nothing stopping me from punching something such as a wall to make the biggest dent. The feeling of hope completely ambushed, the feeling of hurt grabbing me by the heart and cutting it into a million pieces. I had no control of the temper. I had been by hurt by this and it was continuing what it had started. It had left off where it had started. The rush of heartbreak, the second time. I couldn’t believe that I had gone through all of this and I had just resolved it, just to start being hurt again.
this is a good poem! it is set out in more like prose, but when you read it, you get a more vividly emotional feeling than many poems with obviouse poetic struckture! an overall good job! i can't waitto read more
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I would like to translate this poem
brillina tset up and style. i feel your anger when i read this!